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Patrick 3d
Spark of light;
Blue lightning naught but aged wisdom.
Once red flame that scoured the vessel;
Passion emboldened by youthful devil.

Life organized through strife;
I alone walk the path I fight.
Along the knowledge gathered as stars by my side;
Each person I've met, and lost, guiding my sight.

Alone I walk with eternity's hand,
Guiding actions pulled by invisible thread.
I choose my Will as flames dwindle down,
The pouring grief of a world a thousand and one sounds.

Sounds like raindrops beating against black night,
As I walk through soaking ground I strive,
To protect the ember emboldened blue;
Feed it ever so many thoughts of You.

The end goal I may not reach in one life;
A thousand more I'd live and I'd die,
Just to speak your name,
Even one more time.
Without knowledge of why;
A divine feeling deep inside,
I may not know your name,
Nor you mine,
But the gaze we share will speak of the Grand Design.
Resigned to a fate I know I must walk,
Away from you,
My heart kept in this box.
Inside blue light,
Surrounded by stars bright.

Eternity,
Guide me when vision fails.
The blue spark within,
Will travel where I cannot sail.

Beyond a void I've come to know,
The Stars may die,
But blue light,
Will hold.
Illuminate my heart;
In blue light brought by sparks:
The moment our eyes met.
Patrick Feb 28
Black mirror reflects rain-filled skies;
A picture of you,
Just one...
No, five...
An entire album,
And by this time...
The black mirror is flooding from my eyes.

Three years is so long;
I should have moved on.
Three years is so long,
But it's all still so wrong.

Something missing...
Is this a heart?
Something gone;
It's all so dark...

I hear a scream,
Was it mine?
I shake my head;
Black mirror time.

The rain hasn't stopped since you left.
Hidden behind two clouds that seem...bereft?
Raise my head towards the sky;
It's all so dark...
Isn't it day time?

Eclipsed by grief;
Black mirror still shines.
I lower my head,
And return back in time.
Patrick Feb 6
I wish...

I wish I would have loved before you.

So I knew my faults;
My weakness;
So I could fail;
Fall to my knees on black soot;
Without burning you;
Without losing you.
Rise without the shame;
Without the Sun permanently eclipsed;
Pyrography burned into my brain.

I wish that I had tried before you;

So I could pinpoint when you became my fire;
A thousand currents rise with embers gone cold;
Where you live inside my heart.
So I could relate this white hot feeling in my bones.
Before that fire burned me to pink ash.
Alongside everything around.

I wish that I had known the taste of other's lips;

So that I could explain, in detail, why yours are better.
So I could compare sour liquor,
To your ambrosia;
So I could catalogue the feeling of Stars versus flares;
A drunken fool wielding eternal flame.
So I could softly fan the flames of our love;
Before they burned out of my control.


I wish that I had failed before you;

So I didn't fail in my finest hour.
So I knew the right choice;
By the color your voice;
And the mistakes of my past;
The darkened abyss without you;
The eclipsed future after you.
So my red hot instincts could be cooled;
Guided;
By the blue thoughts of failure.
The green experience...
Colors my past;
Sickly seawater;
In it, your face reflected like cherry blossoms,
The edge of white,
And rose colored glass.

I wish.
I wish,
I wish.
I wish....

To see you just one more time;

And then,

My wish wouldn't change;

One more wish;

One more time.

Bring the Sun back to grey skies.

I burn for you still;

Amongst these rosy ashes.
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