Blackbird singing in the dead of night,

Silence in the draw of his illusive wings,
Passing eyes pick away at his mystery,
Years of examining his paths and patterns,
Will still never be enough to guess where he may finally land to rest,

Silence in the crack of his gentle heart,
How it breaks ever so slightly with each feeble pass of time,
His screams cannot be heard over the roaring engine of a stubborn society,

Silence in his waining portrait,
Shapes and colors hand painted by an omniscient God,
With a frame sculpted from clay by the same figure within the heavens in which he flies,

Silence in the still of his beauty,
How is it that the creature unarguably holding the most beauty also holds the most...
...silence?,
...mystery?,
...hurt?,

Take these broken wings and learn to fly,
Oh, look, theres a butterfly
What kind? What kind?
An orange one
He’s so tiny
His little wings are fluttering
How?
A secret, Alice. Theres something else nobody knows. And i am going to tell you. The truth is, i can fly without my wings, Alice. I can fly all my myself. Its something I’ve... always been able to do...

Take him away,
Away to a place where he may flourish and rejoice,
To a place where he is accepted, appreciated, and understood,
A place to bathe his wings with the sun so that he may finally be whole,
Fly,
Fly ButterFly Away,
Into the light of the dark, black night.

Love,

          pounds passionate.
          Fierce and fast,

much like the thump
of our rapid hearts

Somewhere,
Theres a boy lost in the city,
He wakes up,
Takes a shower,
Brushes his teeth,
Gets dressed,
Packs his bags,
Ties his shoes,
Everyday he repeats his cycle,
But everyday he feels like hes forgetting something,
Because somewhere else,
Theres a girl lost in the city.

Silence in the draw of her soft wings,
Passing eyes pick away at her mystery,
Years of examining her paths and patterns,
Will still never be enough to guess where she may next land to rest,

Silence in the crack of her gentle heart,
How it breaks ever so slightly with each swing of the pendulum,
Her screams cannot be heard over the roaring engine of a stubborn society,

Silence in her seductive portrait,
Shapes and colors hand painted by an omniscient God,
With a frame sculpted from clay by the same figure within the heavens,

Silence in the still of her beauty,
How is it that the creature unarguably holding the most beauty also holds the most...
...silence?,
...mystery?,
...hurt?,

Take her away,
Away to a place where she may flourish and rejoice,
To a place where she is accepted and appreciated,
A place to bathe her wings with the sun so that she can feel beautiful once again,
Fly,
Fly ButterFly Away.

I want you beside me,
All in all,
For all,
With all,
Sacred kiss,
From your daydream lips,
Your abandoned heart,
Sides with your brittle soul,
Burdened touch,
Like a wildfire’s swift brush stroke,
Though Ill never fall away,
From the gift of each other,
I want you beside me,
For the rest of this.

You burned your scent into my sheets,
Lights off,
Shutters drawn,
Door closed,
Fingers interlocked,
Legs entwined,
Bodies tangled around each other,
Minds lost in lust,
Hearts lost in love,
One world- still,
Two worlds- together,
Together long after you’ve left.

The stars look lonely tonight.
They called me as soon as my phone turned off.
Past the frosted tips of glimmering pines.
Through the silver pane of my dusty bedroom window.
They said they miss you.
Your smile.
Your air.
Your eyes.
Your laugh.
Your kindness.
Your forgiveness.
They said they miss you.
Because you’re down here.
On the ground.
With me.
Though if you ever wish to return to your platform in the sky,
Fly away.
Do not let me be a chain around your soul.
This rubble of a heart is no place for a light such as yours.

My love,
The stars look lonely tonight.