The bygones,
They looked beautiful,
Felt brutal.
Under the shadow of thorns,
The rays and the flower never made it to the ceiling.

Now,
The sky looks wide & full of life,
These ears get to hear the chirping of birds,
The dog fur keeps the heart at peace.

The art brush fiercely hits the strokes,
The pen dances on the page floor
And 
Together they keep the bygones away.