Failed Attempts

The merry-go-round spun backwards,

Until time unwound.

As the hills rolled away,

The ocean closed in,

Silent,

Breathless.

The sky bleeds.

Because the feathers of distress on the trees,

Make me laugh.

Beauty slips through my hands,

An hourglass emptied of its sands.

If you can’t reach the moon,

Shoot for the stars.

But stars,

Are not the only shiny things…