Status Updates From Persephone

All happiness lasts but a moment, and the time that follows
is only good for remembering what we have lost.

The morning settles in slowly, touches the walls, buildings,
ground.
We are gods walking with the sun in our faces.

Dawn is gathering. The noon of night has gone. The first
gleams of daylight disclose its temperature.
Stone takes on color. Treetops are roots of the day yet to grow.
The moon, silver necklace from which Venus dangles like a
pearl, still sheds its brightness.
The abyss is only perspective, location.
There will be nests on some branches.

She's completely on her own, in company.

Beyond the window the sky is an upside-down abyss, a botomless chasm.

Nostalgia for the unspoken, omens of what will be said one day.

The clock's hands buzz.
Thought, sadness, anger buzz.
Nostalgia for what hasn't been, light beating its
memory's lair.