Yet we share so much.
Sun, moon, stars
and ....

love?

God I miss him,
I miss the days of old.

I can taste it.

It tasted like a windy summer night.
Where the waxing gibbous moon was radiating;
Lighting up the cloudless night and then reflecting on the surface of my heart.

Where every small movement of he makes
– with his lips, hands and fingers caused ripples.
They were exaggerated in the best way possible.

It tasted like a cold autumn night;
Like the golden, sweet and sticky honey;
drizzled over warm waffles and a hot cup of rose tea.

Where the waxing gibbous moon was glowing;
Glowing through my curtains then onto my mirror,
casting a reflection on my bed.

Where he lies all day,
Waiting for me to return from reality –
to where I truly belong.  
Where we waltzed with stars and I slide down the Milky Way
right into his arms.


I am a nefelibata.

Running through lavender fields,
must protect myself with heavy shields
from that dragon; mean.
With eyes that gleam;
the fiery breath it wields.

I’ll rest under willows by the run,
when skies are pink at set of sun.
Away from monster’s gaze;
safe now from heated blaze.
Stealing sleep; no longer having fun.

Day started out with skies bright,
no worries far less danger in sight.
Then terrifying roar came;
life no more a game.
Heart skips a beat with fright.

Once awake grab shield and sword;
defensive stance with shoulders broad.
Ready for that foul beast
with sunrise in the east.
Whispering a prayer to my Lord.

Then I hear a thunderous cry;
scaly wings swoop down from sky.
I raise shield just in time
to stifle hot breath of thine!
Slashing sword across demon’s eye.

Shriek of pain that pierces ears;
wounded eye cries dark red tears.
Sword melts from acid blood;
yet creature crumples with a thud.
Last of a kind; no more fears.

With deed now done can rest with ease;
can see yellow birds flitter through trees.
Time to investigate my ****;
deftly felled with greatest skill!
Fiend raises head; the feel of sweltering breeze…



The feel of sweltering breeze…
I fall to my knees.
Flames engulf my form;
from this world I am torn.
Arrogance destroys with ease!

As I drift into the hereafter,
I can almost hear the demon’s laughter.
Only ashes remain in my stead,
always played it safe; yet still dead.
Foolish pride leapt from ground to rafter.

If only humble and cautious still;
would not be lost to dragon’s last will.
Now the hour for my soul is late,
no second chance; no new slate.
A pile of ash next to my ****.

Will songs be sung of hero’s tale?
How evil can no longer prevail?
Yet such tunes shall never reach my ears,
for in death one no longer hears.
Hidden from the living world beyond a veil.

To drift alone in this shade,
until consciousness begins to fade.
No hero’s banquet will I attend;
No afterlife of perfect blend.
Only of silence this kingdom is made.

No tomb shall mark my resting place.
No traveler will bow with honor or grace.
No maiden will lay down flowers.
Only stormy skies will offer showers;
No statue there, with likeness of my face.

For a time will lay my rusty shield
and hilt of sword I did boldly wield.
But long since my ashes have blown away
with wind and rain day after day,
my soul shall rove this lavender field.

You've gone for a week
Yet it seems like a year

No idea what to eat
Yet their is a feast

The days are short
Yet the hours weak

So here I am waiting ..
Waiting for you to come back

not everything was
made to last,
even the greatest warriors
and mightiest kings
bow down
to the will
of the heavens

you and i,
what we built,
it was worthy
of praise from the gods

maybe that’s why
they became angry
mere mortals
who dare create
something so beautiful,
so magnificent
mere mortals
who decided to play god

maybe that’s why
everything was taken from us
not like a thief
in the middle of a quiet night,
but in a blaze of chaos
and terror and destruction

and what we
were left with,
the ashes of
something great,
the memories of
what used to be,
and a warning
to never been forgotten

even if
what we had ended,
know that
i will wait for you
in the next life
and in every life beyond that
so that in each one,
we will create
something great again
we will be the legends
parents tell their children
we will be the ones
who defied gods
and their power

until then,
wait for me
as i wait for you
my dear pompeii,
city of my dreams,
we will meet again