Sea-kissed salted smiles at dusk

that collided with teeth in clumsy affections

with a faraway gaze of northern lights

encapsulated on another.

Swells of sunflower love and

uncontrollable laughter rescinded,

and began again, erupting despite the assurance

they would get their breath together.

Seagulls that called out to Posideon

oversaw the pruned hands interloped

whose hearts soared far above

and felt that freedom.

The disease like a brush-fire let loose it's infectious beryl flames that extended itself after a careless misstep—erupting into inferno's of azure that took some, but not all. Sparks of chance unfurled destruction further and further from the origin. Onto populations unprepared for the imminent storm clouds swelled with gasoline. The neighbor with chimneyed lungs had succumbed to the charred smoke that the other by-passed, which drove divisive picket-fences as battlelines with rickety paranoia emboldened from the unpredictability. The unknown that doled out cherried lights appendaged to every inch of open space seemed less bearable than the heat itself.

Yet amid chaos, an asylum emerged, one not capable in the fast-pace, and restless progression of modernity.

The endangered bulbs of infantile turtles poke out and enjoy the pilgrimage on unhindered terrain. The ravines now transparent crystals overlooked by encapsulated flares beaming at midnight without smog—that left room for a deep sense of love liberated from the dead-pan screens.

A mundane wave brought an amended smile that waned from the prolonged detachment, that burgeoned hope in passing instances. The sun a pleasantry against isolation. The slaughterer seemed determined to extinguish the aurora of life.

But we endured. Together.

The survivors emerged as a collective phoenix that surged as predecessors with a firestorm resilence. Wearied, but grateful.

With a palm cupped up to their scrunched-up noses with an attempt to block out the effulgent sun grateful for the company. The first-moment face to face without the looming spitfire coughed at random made all that more appreciative to close the distance.

With a new-founded association to heroes and the anonymity of a voltaic crowd merged with the exploding instrumentals. Flushed with periwinkle cheers, and unified tail-gates conjoined at the hip.

Renewed in a sense, from the interdependence that ignited compassion, and disintegrated the binds of borders. Interconnected in remorseless solidarity.

The laughs were genuine. Hearty chunks of stew stirred into the permafrost stomach that melted with the warmth—opening doors for strangers that invited auric hues. The concaved world that stood still in a pungent doom overturned once more, and on the flattened topsoil, people began to rebuild.