The tears do not stop
The dam has been broke
Unknown reason for the rain
Believing they are over
Only to start again

A song, a phrase in a book
It does not matter
Even just a look

So many things resonate in her mind
She swears she hears voices
Low in timber
Causing the forever ember

Scents drifting upon the breeze
All too familiar
None putting her at ease
Feeling the warmth of masculine hands
She blinks trying to hold back
Floodgates open instead

Tonight is hard
She doesn't understand
She is strong
Tonight dropped gaurd
Breaking her tether
*things fall apart so things can fall together

This isn't what I remember
When did your hair turn so grey
How come I didn't notice
That old age had come to stay

This isn't what I remember
When did you grow so tired
You struggle for every breath
Yet still find words that inspire

This isn't what I remember
When did you grow so old
Though your eyes are still smiling
Your skin feels clammy and cold

This isn't what I remember
When did you become so ill
Hooked up to all these machines
Nurses caring with such skill

This isn't what I remember
Not the laughing days of youth
No not the games and stories
At least that is my heart's truth

This isn't what I remember
Somehow our lives grew apart
But even on my darkest days
You were always in my heart

All those happy memories
Life wasn't meant to turn this sad
But you will know as I do
I have always loved you dad

There are those who would think
The world is flat, that holds true
To to preemptive thinking and
Makes the world a little more complicated:
The work of conspiracy is one thing,
I have come to say why not if I
Have not visited the upper stratosphere,
But I believe in a round moon,
Because I see that crescent smile
Among the spirit mending stars,
Though just my little opinion.
I speak to the beginners who will
One day know the truth
Between the lines of thoughts
And truth when round things
Like home and life seem flat.
I stare across a flat ocean,
All the pines that seem linear,
The mountains that dare reach
Further I see with round eyes.
And the complicated is welcome,
As neighbors might stay for the conversation
Just a little longer before night's
Interruption, just some thoughts,
Flat earth round the world,
I say this because I speak to you,
Behind every conspiracy is a friend
With words.

Just when you think
the road leads to nowhere
crops up the moss veiled house

its crumbling bricks make greyer
the sky with the hush of twilight
and you rue with melancholy
the night under its roof assigned for you

but the old man like a seasoned spider
lets you forget you're trapped for the night
to his web spun from timeworn earth
as you stare engrossed upon his face
outlined by glowworm sparks

he recounts it was all marshland
he grew into bowl of harvest
and how he was blessed with
the most beautiful woman on earth
then reaching the crescendo
his words thin into whispers
when he tells you his two poor eyes
were not enough to hold her beauty
so she putting a stone on her heart
spread wings on a night like this

the cornfield wilted
he wizened into an endless wait
with gracious death saving his bones
to lighten his heart to a stranger
who comes alone.