Signs of lost on the horizon

The storm begins to show.
The noun summer sky's bliss to rip the drips 
With just tips of slender winds.
As they slide down to her lip.
The tear Sparks away from dark
Evreytime thunder nocked.
 revealing the splash as it hits 
the deeper soul.
Mirroring when dissolves the hearts core

The far away hills
steal the feel 
Of our once wind from ever coming near.
Then essence makes presence
And
Florences the misting silence
Floor vines follow to grip 
when theres signs 
Of live transforming to death.
 
Then Time blooms and sound 
gathers loud from each cloud.
and space comes down 
to where there's life
Just too Hit profound.
A Slipping of a queens crown.
A Shakespeare that bleeds her grown.
And lilies that try there best 
To keep hope from turning 
into sorrow.
But the warm insist for cold
A reaction to know somethings 
will be no more.

 faith has yet not been straight but the bleed will soon come to confess.
And Parton that these mess
Will finally be put to rest.
Sometimes you remember 
And
remember that day you let go.
And when sour flowers 
blend into the mind,
Ana Forever stands and holds 
The now frozen rhyme.