Sweet sleep,
Oh dear beloved,
Safe keep,
My honor beloved,
Dance free,
Hail to thy loved,
March,stomp,
Run, beloved..
Stand tall,
No better no worse,
Keep calm,
Till the hours are coarse,
Nights haunt,
Days are blunt,
Weather coaxes,
My soul grunts..
Caress me hard,
Let me loose,
And you will fall,
Hold me close,
You'll come around,
See I'll lead you
Out and about,
up and around
Now you've grown,
Not too tall,
Yet you let me,
make you fall,
Not like an angel,
But like a doll,
Frail and senseless,
Numb and null..
May your soul
not rest in peace,
'Cause the light inside's not bleak,
burning candles,
Burning sun,
with all your might,
May your spirit,
Blindingly burn bright!

People sing songs
of love and despair.
Of lost loves and unrequited
feelings that ceased to exist
because they never were allowed
to escape your lips
but die in the ignorances of the heart.

People sing songs.
You never did.

So I pull you
close enough to finally know
that your heart can never sing.

The crystal was perfectly aligned.
It exposed an image of the day I left seamlessly.
But it also echoed the future,
the design of tomorrow.
I wouldn’t follow my wildest dreams,
but I couldn’t say the misuse was improbable.
To the next phase in my elegant maneuver,
I gather the strength from my abysmal insides.
Wide open were the gates of hell.
I withheld.
Then continued,
as the outline of forever,
forever guided me.  
Time was traveled.
And as passing eras bettered my intellectual design,
I redefined the reality of Sir Hawkins.
Time travel.
So true.
My speed was increasing,
as was my very corpus.
And as it did,
so I transcended.
Amended  such as our legitimate antiquity
of the dickity desire.
The feeling of an outwordly choir
singing you to sleep while injecting you
with futuristic methyl-amphetamines.
I dreamt of better things,
but too late.
For I've descended into tomorrow,
and the decisions of the borrowed souls
will cease to follow.