herons and deaths in 1713

my mind is filled
with this dark story
but my heart is filled
with love for her
allowing a balance
as the heron glides
over the sunlit waves
seemingly against
the laws of physics
i lose myself deep
in the wonder inherent
when i take the time
to let the beauty
she effortlessly holds
shine in the world
i lock myself away from

now i am huddled back
in the dark silence
sketching out depravity
while trying to even
the scales with petals
trying to finish before
the pressure breaks me
and the herons fade
holding so tightly to
her smile shining bright
the cheshire moon over
this fathomless doom

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