youth. saccharine sweet, ethereal in prosperity.
the ears that hear the seasons rush in, hear the beauty in every breath, every song the wind blows in.
the mouth that tastes every word, testing the feeling on their wary, but novice tongue. delving into the warmth that this mouth can so easily create, one step at a time.
the eyes that observe the skies, the skies that hold the secrets that the ancients still crave. the eyes that see the gold clouds, that watch them turn from brightest lavender to deepest blue.
the fingers, smooth as quartz, that touch pure magnificence as though it materialises through their unused limbs. the fingers that reach for the stars.
the mind that sifts through ideas, each as bright and even more blinding than the last.
the youth, not yet tainted, that expands and expands, crushing and cultivating lengths of beauty not before imaginable.
the youth that sits in every heart, every soul, waiting to be brought into the dazzling light it could brighten more still.
youth, that slips thorugh your fingers.
youth, that precious youth.