Some people say my love cannot be true,
Please believe me, and I'll show you.
I will give you those things that you thought were unreal.
The sun, the moon, the stars all Are my beings.


Now I have you with me, under my power
Our love grows stronger now with every hour
Look into my eyes, you will see who I am
My name is Lucifer, please take my hand.

I bow my head.
We sing in memory, songs that he loved.
I look around, everyone's in black.
It's like a big hole swallowing me,
And I can't get out.

I hear ladies sobbing, babies crying,
And faint screams in the distance,
Everything is blurred.

I smell fresh flowers and old women's perfume.
I feel the urge to scream, to scream as loud as I can.
To scream at the top of my lungs,
"Please don't be gone".
But I don't.
I keep it in, repeadtedly resciting it in my head.

I look around again,
Everything's gone.
It's just me, alone at his grave.
It always was, and it always will be.

They say that he talked to Angels,
And maybe I do too.

The peace of flowers is a tender orchestra
Green
Ah the green
Slowly entertains my waiting
I imagine their notes
As the sun
Ah the sun
Warms my pen

It's unbelievable finding someone so similar to you
that you can almost feel your essence in them
it's rare; but the moment they touch your soul
through their words,
the way they smile- acknowledging you alone,
how the sound of your name
the most beautiful symphony sliding off of their lips
that unique and unspoken feeling of
knowing that somewhere –
someone,
amidst a hundred people,
has a single thought of you
that thought becomes almost within your reach
close enough to grasp
if you extend your arms at the exact moment
but that's the struggle isn't it?
that perfect moment; so invisible, so absent.

- F.S