And they said that faith is for the weak,
And they said that we are dead.
That we can't fight,
That our blood is filthy,
That our eyes cant see the light.

We look up at the bright sky,
But we paint darkness.
We are trying to hunt
The vengeful freedom,
But we fall,
And we break our spirit.

Who distilates the blood from the water?
Who remembers the smile of a brother?
Who says we cannot rise,
Are we not murderers of the heart?

It is over now.
I bow my head as you leave,
Rain fills your footprints.

Without you, my heart,
Sun is bleeding as it falls,
New moon is broken.

Immaculate dreams float through my mindscapes
eyes of liquid love washing over me
Strong arms embrace me just to let me go
you fade in and out like a welcomed stranger
you find my heart strings
and gently pluck most beautiful songs of love out of me
A sideways glance captures your full manhood ready and wanting
And as I turn, you no sooner dissolve into thin air!

An intangible love...

your thought prints lay all over my body;
my soul wraps itself around yours
only to twist myself into nothing.
ever dependent on these dreamy whisps
of visitations upon my request
my lovely ghost
A thought  here,
a whisper there;
where are you dearest?
Please come to me,
I ache so much to
love you now.

Ephemerally yours,
a love that died a thousand deaths.

Love cannot swim.
I know this because I am drowning,
breath shallow, voice hollow
blackness, blackness.

My heart is an anchor in the sea that is you,
waves crashing to the beat of your voice.
You are in the water, murky blue -

green in the colours of our memories,
in the sea foam forming bubbles
pops; echo your laughter,
your songs, your warmth.

Years, years,
they say time heals all wounds.
Appendages fail; cut rose
petal fall, blood stained call

In you, the sea only grows deeper;
heart suffocating in wounds unhealed,
stories untold.

(A.H.Z)