"Sweet, Ripened Apples"

Sweet, Ripened Apples. The sky snaps and Night tumbles to the pale earth, like a Sweet, ripened apple from the Loving arms of mother tree, or a handsome wayfarer from an arcane land, who brings with Exotic gifts of rest and ominous calm, a Great body of sunless liquid, Splashing out over a yawning world. Somewhere through the Blinding quiet, a cat wails, an engine groans, but Ultimately, all is drowned out In the epic Silence… Speckled flames shimmer in the heavens and It is breathtaking, because we do not understand them. we gaze at them, and become like a Young boy, Mesmerised by the Pretty girl, alas, Unable to approach. Should we have the wisdom or the Barbaric nerve we would shed our earthly skins and Soar up to tell them how Beautiful they are, how very Exquisite they are, but we cannot, yet. Until then we loll here, the long grass tickling our ears and necks, Waiting for the horizon to explode.