It is a sacred place
Where statues of memories stand
And familiar voices echo from wells
Where the wind blows the dandelions
To grow the falling stars
That I wish upon

'Tis nothing but a chasm now
Much easier to melon ball out the rest
Than try to refill it.

The pulse is thready now
What once fed life is gone
The eyes and mind flit away
While the change is sown
And nature knows just how
To make all else carry on
As if it were just a day
As if it were never known

If we could take all the tiny impressions
And all the memory shards
Of the overlooked insignificant moments
And put them altogether
With the great ones
Perhaps a full soul could be made.

with one look,
         she had me wanting to be with her
         make her so hot, skin feel like fever
         not only do I want it, I need her
         just to touch her, I am longing for
         and to feel her, I long for even more

Delicately savoring the essence she imparts,
A feast of flavors that stills my restless heart,
For in her nectar's embrace, tranquility I find,
An elixir of truth that soothes my wandering mind.

I should’ve
waited
for someone
like
her to
come
into my
life.