Metaphorical

And I wish you would stop listening, 
And I would stop talking about everything, 
Time under the sun would get frozen 
And life would drowse with the lilies, 
-And God would stop proceeding- 
Till the moon stands still. 
 
 
I hope you drown in the breeze 
To see how tender things could kill you; 
Soft petals can make you -forever- sleep 
And Blue eyes fiercely strangle you. 
soft thorns in your skin pike your dreams, 
The Wings of butterflies hurl you. 
And this is the precious ocean 
That has buried you. 
As soft as I could be -the lights of the city 
Subdued-

I hope you drown in the breeze...