I see the sun, ablaze with gold and orange. Adulation pours from its translucent rays. Birds soar freely against an immaculate blue sky with no strings attached. I wish deeply to join their flight. I yearn for the place where all that is tangible does not matter. Eroded away are inhibitions and replaced with unrivaled love. It thrives in unexpected ways, but always remains the same. You'll never see it shift, like the rolling hills.
Words can't truly express this everlasting anguish I've endured. I've relived turbulent nightmares in an ocean of fear and ridden the winds that sweep the earthy surface. I tremble in my haunting uncertainty, yet a robust divinity whispers, "Be still." Yet I can feel the frigidity of Antarctic breath waiting to suffocate love. I become host to a relentless parasite mocking my emotions, stifling any trace of life, and sucking the bliss out of my heart with its cruel indifference. Hopeless shades of blue sweep over my being like somnolence at the twinkling of midnight stars. Every ounce of misery feels like a kilogram with each passing minute. Why must it be me? Why must I face love's neglect?
Look miles into my eyes and into another dimension. Defrost my past; take me beyond the valley. Enstill my naive heart with a new sensation. Drown my tribulation in your deepest abyss. Keep with the rhythm of the hills until our hearts merge into a wholeness more powerful than any quake. Take me to this place where humanity gives way to the superiority of love. I crave the estival breeze of the rolling hills and a permanent end to this constriction. The blades of grass wave harmoniously in an air of liberation. Trees reach optimistically for God's face in an uplifting jubilee. I can taste the pungent joy surrounding our lives like fresh lemonade sliding down my throat. The world is a multisensory wonderland when these hills experience a downpour of unconfined love. The sun will never set on this life of grace and fulfillment.