Three months, under the moon.
In great light from the darkness of the void, so blissful...so holy.
For such a blessing I am grateful.
For her, I am blissful.
How did I ever get so lucky?

The taste of her lips.
The feel of her hands, intertwined in my hands.
Of her eyes locked with mine.
Of her spirit dancing with mine, so close...

When we dance, but she is afar...my spirit travels over roads a plenty.
When my arms are not around her, they feel empty.

Yearning.
Pining.
Need.

Yet, soon, her arms will return to my arms, and her spirit will dance with mine.

But until then, I stand...in what feels like a lake of frozen water.
Still.
Unmoving.
Alone.

Leaf.
Golden and green, then brown and falls apart.

Is Death really so bad?
It creates for such beauty.
It Spins the Wheel.

A skull with horns.
To some, unfathomable...
to see, a sense of aesthetic so profound as it sits there on the mantle before a snow filled fireplace.

I crumble the leaf...
...steals away my pride.

I remember one day I will crumble,
fall away,
and die.

It is not such a horrible thing.

For, I am excited to see what lies beyond the Blackened Gates of the Earth.

And when my candle snuffs out in 120 or more years from now, it will be with an angel-light, glowing white, in my heart.

Without Death, there would be no Creation...no Birth.

Think about it.
Feel it.
Meditate upon it.

Like an Aghori, who sits upon a human grave, holds a human skull, and dusts himself in cremated remains...
Embrace it.
Bathe in the metaphoric blood of ancestral light.
Roll in the soil.
Taste the bliss of release.

For then, and only then...
can you walk through the Valley of Life...
Removed entirely...

...

...from Fear.

Because I am in the habit of...staying conscious...past the hours of the blackness of the sky....

I always see the very first symbols of the resurrection of the sun...

I ask myself, 'why do I lack the discipline," with heavy self-abuse and words of smoke and venom, and thrice in the form of guilt, "to not sleep as the sun goes down, and rise with the light?"

Here is what I want...it is a symbol of the truth.

The Truth is the heart's desire within my inner coils.

Twist them undone and twist them around...see that all I want is to ebb and flow and dance with all.
All that Is and Is Not.

Like an Arch-Angel...

Yet, here I am...
A nocturnal scribe.
A saying of sweet words, and a doer of not.

I'll close my eyes and dream of days soon to come, dripping with gold and embodied with the rising of the sun.

Simple. Simply put.

I am the standing figure, casting a long long long shadow upon dark green.
A hill before me.
Sun, half mass of which is behind a mass of land.

Evoking spooks and spirits.
Burning away my smile and smoke...

Melodic Ghosts.

I. Forth-path walkers, entombed upon a sealed fortress within my dreams.

When I blink, it all fades back to a green flash.

Then I laugh...pretty heartily, I should add...

In a Sense of the Word of the Way...
I am in a coma.
Do you understand such verbal waves of reality, bent?
Do know when happiness...froze?
She thaws it, It thaws it. That one word...or a song.

However, most of the time...
Frozen.
SOLID!
Yes, in fact..solid, in fact.

Patriarchal remains, An Elder without a right to live.

I'd offer you my sword, if you were so brazen to impale yourself upon it.

Show me to the Sun.
I'll behead you and set you free.

AEIOOIUPPU.

...run...

There is no birth, without death. I will not die. I am forever.

Undying.

I am the Grey Fog of the Heart.


Flowing endless. Endless River.

Endless stars in the Endless Sky.

All is Endless, Boundless Might.

I am akin to the Gods of Night.

I am forever.