Past the Sunrise

Past the sunrise lies the white

untouched by filthy  minds

or poisoned souls.

Alabaster perfection

shining just out of reach

of mere mortality

waning in the light of day

and burning the edges of reality

till time begins to melt

dripping down cobblestone streets

and into ancient castles.

It revitalizes the bones buried deep

beneath the ground

and calling for the secrets

that had laid with the dead for so long.

Achromatic beauty

washing away the memories

of millions

licking up the emotions

that had always prevailed in a

dysfunctional society.

Scraping away

until nothing’s left

except bleached purity.