APOCALYPSE OF LOVE

Serene ambience of the forest hit me,
When the signs of your presence flew over my heart and made a way into the head-lump of my Inner skull ; executing a perch.

Invoking a symbolic overture of a mother's nest, dully missed. You really are the worm festering into my soul. A conflagration that's burning my being, bit by bit, with your embers.

Where could your haven be?
Where could my search start?
In whose nest could your nestle be?
Labour, academia or censor?

Hear the bells chiming...
Hear the birds chirping...
Hear the fishes flipping...
Hear the cocks crowing...

See the dance of the trees,
Feel the morning breeze,
Feel the glitter of the day's star,
See the rainbow in the sky,

T's the signs of love in the air.

By Jokarth Agubiya