Transcendental Harmonies

A gradual moving downward, on both landscapes
where a single violin had been pleading for another,
under a fit of heathered snow
i wished
i wished
i wished

upon streetlights in daytime,
upon uniquely freckled eyes,
upon a silvered, distinct night.

from the multiplied pixels above, i saw it-
so romanticized, such a place of peace, and realizing
i could
i could, i could
and still not mind, though- so loud it felt,
between hands,
so mighty a slow descent.

Are we differing forms,
feathered wisps of energy,
meant for articulate explorations;
or a single lioness' grave?