Chasing Oblivion Without Connotations

Her enthusiasm for inclination,
Mirrored metronomes
immensely.

Conscientious, in her imagination
She construed her eye neatly

Engaged to fire.

She was sensible,
Always persuading herself
Those fireflies weren't
Butterflies

She preferred her dreams
To scintillate like the reflection
She focused on,
often

Polished gently,
She achieved vidication
in vibrancy

Her enthusiasm for inclination,
Mirrored metronomes
immensely.

Conscientious, in her imagination
She construed her eye neatly,

She was imagery.

by ReverberatingSilence
posted on 10/26/2009