An old fire
Reduced to embers
Dark clouds
And a storm ahead

She came back to me
Arms filled with wood
A heart filled with love
A head aching with guilt

I have this fire to rebuild
And this storm to weather
But I can do it now
Because we're together

The sun beats down on mounds of desert sand
Overlooked, where a withered wooden windmill stands
Fixed with sharpened blade clock hands
Spinning wildly, over the red and orange land

Specs of white fall from the sky
Shreds from calendar binds
Covering the object of the sands
Like dirt over landmines

The hourglass is empty
As it sinks into the sand

Black rooms
In a lack of light
Lined by walls
Of clogged up pipes

Echoes and sound waves
Black water pouring on the gound
A sludge filled man-made cave
With still stench in its airways

Pasts come alive
Futures die

Lost in limbo

Reaching out to see
The markers on the trees
Where's the path gone
I left it to be free

Through a forest in perpetual night
Creatures all around
But none in my sight
No tools
No weapons
No light
No chance of a fair fight

This path I have chosen
Is now my home
I must build some shelter
Some fire and soon
I'll see the sun
A light in the forest
Brighter than the moon

Moments surround us
As we reach to them
Weaving and winding
Through and from us

Thread so thin
Through the hole of the needles
Their micro molecular gaps
Seemingly infinite
Over every inch of our body

I am me
I am naive
I am physically strong
And emotionally weak

I am a man
The biggest of labels
The words that others
Use to define us

I am a man
But I don't let that define me
I have a feminine side
And that's my reality

So hard is it
To live like this
In a world where you are expected to be
What you are physically

I'm constantly in motion
I cannot sit still
My mind often wanders
So I work hard to stall the stray

When I get home
Things get hard
I think of the love I desire
And how few people truly feel my fire

It's these feelings that make me press on
These feeling that fuel the fire
I write these words
Because I'm feeling inspired

After all the **** we've been through,
Present and past,
I still want to marry your ***.