the lies we breathe shall come to pass as the fervor fades, like a crimson sunset † on the last breath of long awaited day; † to the wonder of a brave heart that would † always believe in a river of love on a forgotten path; who would lean into the wind not bend † with trees that bled of winters past... †
a stoic heart largely unspoken considered abandon by some I could never ignore the way looking at you has always felt as if Iíve stepped from the shade to stand in the Sun
blinded by intrinsic beauty captured in warmth left unsung a dawn to remember; a gift from above even on the darkest of days not matter what you might say I canít escape how deeply Iíve fallen in love...
I hate when youíre mad at me how it feels like Iíve woken up from the best dream Iíve ever had left wanting to fall back to sleep so I can try and continue where I left off
you are so beautiful when you laugh at my stupid jokes and I will never forget sounds you make while I kiss you soft as my body yearns to melt into yours where our hearts can bleed together and revenant stars may reunite to help us find whatís been lost
her tall thoughts erase in moon-lit bareness as lost as a young heart freshly broken a new tide turns where there was to be no shore undertow whispers, ode, the tremolo a smile fades out of tune; a song remembered of the Loon she would cry, until one day in December
for I should not weep in despair, upon the path she would not walk; nor drown in familiar reverie always swept away by floods of selfishness come to pass, but instead just be there unconditionally † and if her heart forever longed to be lead astray in whatever darkness she braves alone, could I not still love her lost † † like brighter days we used to remember as the rain fell so hard outside; we took for granted how lucky it is to have ever known the warmth and safety of a place called home † † -ed
a gifted runner you may be, but you can't hide from me anymore than a clear night can pretend there are no stars in the sky; even if you were sunshine on a cloudy day I'd still feel your warmth through the greyness of burning haze, because anything that stands between us is just an illusion created by the egos mask of duality in an effort to deceive us from the truth which is our oneness
I love the way her eyes chase laden thought into imagery, as she tries to understand which words resonate most in her motherly heart, for another season of death hides cradled in the breadth of her November smile...