You take your time to write yourself a muse
Upon the brittle branches in the August sky
Colours of lilac and violet dance across the sky
The sun settling in the distant end of the earth
You write the stories of the world you lost
The world that could have been upon yours
And I write to you in moments of hurried frenzy
And blissful fragments of fragility that laid its self across my body
The August sky,
You take your time to be as such
And the bottle of wine across the line of glasses that sat on the dinner table
How can one not feel younger in the presence of being loved
Of walls that to be brought down from being guarded for one to long of a moment
A moment that became a lifetime all the August months ago
A cold August it was, to dance around fire embers in the hopes they’d touch your heart and you could be as one in the flames

I am drifting away,
But in the hopes
That the water will take away the redness in my my eyes
As I lay underneath
Questioning my life
And the pain
That coats my soul every day
Will drown beneath misery;
that was only choking on silent broken bottles
And all the the thoughts
Of cutting my bones
And all of the problems in my life
Will fade
When the final bonds on earth
Are broken
When we drown underneath
The water