a stranger and a grape

A grape once called a stranger a friend, so fragile and so brave Baffled as the friend was, a quiet miracle it was A season slipped away like the ghost town in his mind Storming through the days, his emotions as dormant as they go by

The apple had already ripened the day this grape gave him light The stranger full of bliss, never thought of it, never missed For the stranger, the grape became his favourite And fate secretly led him to regret

Leading his invisible strings to the grape, as innocent as he could get The stranger fell for it, the stranger so perplexed Every passing second he thought, his emotions might have erupted, Not of itself but of the grape The friend hid it as he can, the weaver of the galaxy had another plan

And so the moon watches as the friend breaks it to the grape That he had hidden for so long, in the shadows of those who don't belong A marathon it became, as the stranger was running for two songs One of when the grape started rolling away, And one of his heart and his mind wandering through the air

And so the dawn never came, not until the grape showed itself again The stranger is afraid that he'll never see the grape again He thinks the tower they've already built is much higher Than the adorement he had revealed Furious as he was, as he was left chasing illusions, he cannot decide

But now the friend had talked to a sibyl He wants to see the grape as when the friend was a stranger Free of all the rot, only willing to start from scratch He calls for that, it reads between the lines

The words are now out, the grape gets to read the tale The grape so precious to him, he needs no more than that The stranger can play along to the story, But asks the grape for a sorry Didn't mean to break anything, only wanted it for the story

As for the plot, the second part was a lot Down the drain is not an option he could've taken As he tries to pretend he doesn't want the grape More and more, he wants to believe they both know better than that