To have sight with no vision

To live life with no air

Freedom with no meaning

Talent with no soul

To have sight with no vision

To have light, but no love

To walk with no path,

To find no end

To have sight with no vision

What life would that be?

—AuroraRW

She sees me open
My heart to the world inside
I see only dark
---AuroraRW

She was the Fae to walk the dawn,
Her eyes wide like scarlet moons.
She faced the day like no other,
She fought the sky
She fought the moon
She fought the world with spirit high,
For love, nay for life,
She was brave as was her might,
To spread her wings across the moors,
A Fae to rise and live again
---AuroraRW

Feeling a presence with intensity
A connection so powerful
No distance could shatter.
Seeing one for a mere moment
A glimpse right in front of you.
A second, then gone
Closed off from their world
A connection that never dies
Distances apart
That glimpse in a moment
Seeing their eyes
The hope,
The love,
The want,
The need,
What a silly thing
To love someone so deep.
---AuroraRW

She was a kind that loved longer,
than stars shined in the night.
Stronger,
than the surface of the moon.
She dreamt only of him,
since her creation.
He was a man like no other
He loved her more passionately
More violently than she had ever known
Her heart was his, only his for the rest of her existence.
She gave him everything all that she is, all that she was.
She never stops, for him, not even a moment.
Everything she is, everything she was,
His and his alone.
His touch bound her to him
His kiss infected her.
His eyed seduced her
His heart chained their love together, forever.
He gave her all that he was, all that he is,
her love showed him the light.
---AuroraRW

He is like a flame that burns, brighter than any star in the sky.
A flame lit by the soul to survive a thousand winters.
A flame so delicate and so bold is cause for my restlessness.
None shall sway this flame of mine, its light too great,
Too powerful.
It can be spat on, blown on, poured on from endless monsoons.
And yet his flame burns bright.
My flame, his heart, all suffering,
All enduring.
Cannot be Shaken,
Fears nothing,
Believes and loves all.
His Flame so bold and beautiful,
Slowly causing my demise.
His flame I love with greater passion,
Stronger than Hercules,
My flame exists on hope,
believes all,
feels all,
knows all.
His flame, my flame,
Will never give up.
---AuroraRW

She can do no wrong; she can do no right.
Her heart hidden in shadows so dark and angered,
Her spirit frozen, in a time of love beyond her reach.
Her thoughts wail for attention, clawing at her every move.
“He’s real, he must be” her mind would hiss.
Of his beautiful face, tis but a made-up dream.
But her body weeps and spasms for one, for whom?
She knows not.
Her body begs and pleads to be released from such a burning torment,
But to her demise, the pleads are in vain.
For every fiber of her core believes in his touch,
his words,
his spirit,
his head,
and most of all his heart too.
What more is truth,
than the pain of lies?
She sits alone with a heart so weary,
She has become consumed by her own madness.
A madness of a made-up falsehood.
---AuroraRW