something once, will be again

an interlude of past and present

a time called now, a love that is pure

as the days wear, neither my soul nor heart

seem yet to find neither a song nor sunrise

which compare with the beauty of her

as though you witness the unending sunset

setting upon the mountains, the planes and the seas

until they themselves cease to be

the grandeur of her beauty is much the same to me

words at sea

 

It warms my heart when you think of me

It creates existence in my barren soul

To have a friend such as you

Is in a way having a creator of life

Speaking light into dark realms of my being

You’re all the tides that will settle upon the beach

the rays of light that settling upon them

and the moon which gives life unto them

as it fades

A morning intrudes within the infinite chain

And upon the last star light is seen

A glimmer of hope before a new day

After the nocturne lonesome tryst

Where you feel abandoned by the sky itself

Be thou love that breaks my heart

Be thou heart that quells my soul

You ever have taken my breath

My world that was is now a metaphor

A hypothetical existence of a hypothesis

That has shown to be neither valid nor true

in a dream like this

No matter the beautiful women I meet

And the ones I may take home

No grandeur of seas I travel

And exotic lands I may ever see

Disregard the poverty or wealth I inherit

Or all the eminence I may never be

I will always dream of you

And regret my emotions are as a waterfall

Never to be returned by the pool

It showers with its love

because

Because I can’t get you I get high,

because my dreams will never come true

I drink to settle the night,

a blue tinted daydream after an amber sunrise

I write of these things because you’ll never grace my side

lamentations color blue

as my soul laments

tears shroud my vision

my spirit pants for air

for my breath has gone

all movement ceases

while the stars fade

unto the darkened tapestry

the wolves no longer hunt

as the teats of mothers gone dry

as my memories cry

recalling the totality of its life

and thoughts sigh in ease

as they can finally rest in peace

as my soul laments

the loss of a friend

direless extent

Carnivorous robin stooped

Alongside the road

And here am I vexed with

Dead man’s bones

Alongside the hill is a tombstone

That too soon became real

And beside is a heart sickened

Illusion of how I use to feel

My lingering thoughts are not yet solved

Am I what I think or am I

the judgment of the thoughts

and as a procession slowly gains momentum

up along the hill, no maidens I can see

in darken veils just mournful poets

that I plagiarized so well

a moment in passing

At once I suffered so great

A struggle as though there

Was no getting through

And yet I prevailed

Became something new

Did things that made many proud

Yet the thoughts are still here

The loneliness has yet to change

No accomplishment or accolade

Makes me feel what’s so ever

At once I had made it through

In my own words breaking through

A chrysalis and emerging anew

Yet I never knew just how short

The life of a butterfly really is