The Boy That Drew On the Earth

I once met a boy

who drew on the earth

who spoke to the sky

who watched in awe

with twinkling eyes

He etches his fears

on the bark of a pine

Whispers his worries

to the song of a chime

With delicate fingers

he writes his secrets

on the warm beaches sand

waits for a powerful wave

and slight of hand

He screams his name

to a listening crowd

Traces his warmth

on a drifting cloud

Accompanied by the thunder

as lightning strikes the soul

he murmurs to the rain

plummeting to the ground

of an esoteric pain

Author's Note

Don't forget to tell me what you think. :)

Reviews

[Vesa Lee]

If I'm ever having a hard time with choosing a title, I look within the piece itself.
So how about "With Delicate Fingers"? Too abstract? *laughs*

Such a lonesome piece...makes me want to hug my loved ones and sunbathe besides. Well done. ^-^

[SheActsLikeSummer]

Thank you so much, and I do like that. I'll see what other suggestions I get and then I'll pick. Glad you liked it. :)

[Skye]

Maybe, Desperation? I don't know, I'm not good at this xD. this is really amazing. I'm in awe!

[SheActsLikeSummer]

Ha ha, I'll keep it in mind. Thanks for the read, I really appreciate it