An unjust hunger,

Your heart,
What peril it brings,

Oh the kindest of souls,
Settled upon thy cleansed plate,

Deemed delectable,
Yet such nourishment grown to hate,

Of hearts rich taste,
How thy rid tongue ridded,

Alas,
Our weary bone and flesh lay,
Bitter, aching,
We decay.

A walk to a known place,
I cannot help but glimpse the mirage of your face,

Finest of hair and the brightest of eyes,
It's here you caught me by surprise,

Serene moments like these were made to please,
Casted aside was our unease,

Yet, every moment predated,
If only you could have waited.

Awoken I receive a sight of celestial beauty,
Awoken, I gracefully lie safe in your affable aurora,
Awoken, our fluent dance of both heart and mind appears only eternally foreseeable.

Awake, the mere construction of you dwindles,
It was just a dream, I should have known.

Away you put me,
Far from thought,

And the great distance,
What it tell,
As it truly befell,

Yesterdays love it flourished,

Todays,
To erase,

So away I am put,
A place you refuse to look.

An old image,
Its me,

Hello,
Hello me,
From yesterdays the mind refuses to flee,

And oh just look at me,
My eyes,
Appearing cloudless and dazzled at once,
For what a gift did reflect within,

My one beloved,

Though,
They be Inert eyes,
Ever so alive, though lifeless,

For this be just an image of me,
A me unable to foresee,

Though able to stare, Questionably,

Hello me,
What happened to me?

As we fell,
Into those depths I proceed to dwell,

The devil emerges from your delicate shell,

Only to maliciously tell,
This world to endure would become my hell.

The darkness,
Realities boundless, harrowing void,

What exists beyond unawake dreary eyes,
What resides upon burdened hollow souls,

An unrighteous detriment of prophecy,
That sublime goddess of allure,
Withered into such a lifeless thing,

Its you that embodies that void,

Veiled in that desolate space,
Its relentless pain inscribed across your face,

Obscured to this subjective dark,
This world forbids my light to touch your heart.

Oh time, our defining measure,
How you precede history itself,

Oh time, your objectivity,
How you govern all current's of that gushing river of our lives,

Upstream to new horizons, downstream to the forgotten,
Our moments lie inescapable of your perpetual conscious,

Oh time, your rampant tests,
Your ability to flourish mere illusions of aspirations,
To build bridges, of solid foundation,
To establish homes, of kindly salvation,

Why must these dreams be a breath of reality all so brief,
To dismantle this world, leaving man only in grief,

Oh time, beneath the murky surface of that river I await,
Whatever is it you are to instil as my impending fate.

Wide eyes wandering,

To settle upon such an empty space,
Yet willingly, they must trace,

That vast collage,
The most toilsome jigsaw,

How loving that imagery,
Our hearts pieced together,
To accept you,
As my beloved forever,

Though,
A puzzle untimely broken,
Lost to a box,
Eternally unspoken,

The flicker of afterimages,

The best pieces of you,
Inhabiting such bare space,

This forsaken heart,
An utter disgrace.

Memories,
What moments we hope to encase in amber,

Though revisited,
To feel as though we are returning home,

Though nurtured,
The times we were less alone,

Carefully we construe,
All we once ever knew,

Though the minds resin do not hold these moments,
For reconstruction distort preservation,

And memory in the mind,
is only as real as the ideal future

As I glance within that antique mirror I peer beyond what tangible visage is reflected,
Beyond that secure facade,
Upon distortion of an identity, afar from all familiarity,
A dissimilar being, of once unprecedented purpose,

For, fine china does not break to reassemble,
For, you and I are never to be as we once were.

That fathomless chasm,

How sheer those depths,
What misery to await,

To succumb this world to silence,
Beneath thy voice resounds,

Entranced to follow,
A foregone echo,
From times,
All lost to long ago,

Into that eerie gloom;
I am swallowed,

How that sweet whisper of thee abruptly cease,
As depths's end is reached,

And to be alone again,
Where even no shadow choose to dwell,
Trapped,
Thy darkness my cell.

The solid wall,

Unscalable in height,
Impenetrable in might,

How that secure wall,
Encase this psyche,

And carefully constructed,
It be excessively rendered,
The masquerade of idealisation,

Albeit,
This wall ultimately conceal,
What torment persist,
Of ageing scars,
The heart still suffers

In the unknown of the night,
Along what path stray from the artificial light,

Vague silhouettes of trees stretch for the sky,
I too cannot help but try,

We reach,

Albeit, no limb touch the spectacle of the stars,
Our admirable gazes bond to the light that meet our skin,

We are touched by the sky,
For even the light of dead stars brush upon us

To discover,

The very ending,
So shrouded,
In what beautiful beginning,

Isn't it disturbing,
How that gentle wording,

Mangle to such detest.

The finest of intricacies,
Clung firmly upon thy wrist,

Harmonious,

Motion drives that beating heart,
It's man who stirs that rotor,

A skeleton of the sturdiest of bones,
Amongst, that movement lay,

Gear's spun all so elegantly,
The very composition of your complexities,

A fluent waltz between man and mechanism,
Interdependence,

Oh what admirable craft of a God.

The royal blue night sky,
When that moon ever so high,

Amongst the stars,
Gravity do pull this mind,

And how it glance,
Through wrinkled eyes,
This galaxy so tightly close,

What time could have been,
What time could have rose,

Though,

To be a story untold,
Lost to the universe,
No further our time unfold.

Between a blink,
In darkness ever so brief,

Against each eye lid,
A visage rest finely engraved,
A visage of my own,

Though immaculate in high relief,
There was increasing unease,
As though to perceive it,
Was to obscure it,

Could this be,
But a buried impression of me,
Of dwindling memory,

Or, some idealised state,
That I hopefully await,

One thing be certain,
What visage linger,
Between the blink,
Is what I will never understand.

Believed buried,
A heart estranged from it's beat,

Suddenly revived,
How strange to feel all but meek,

It was the stone I had unturned,
That hid something beautiful I learned,

And to know,
Beneath the surface of the stone that glow,
Was to love you so,

Yet it's love you choose not to know,
And despite a promise,
You must let me go.

Savage storms,
To rock what seemed endless sea,

Our small ship,

And how it fought,
Such vicious sway,

Backwards,
Forwards,

Made senseless of direction,
In swirls of dismay,

Yet through storms we travelled,

Over merciful waves,
Past those chaotic clouds,

Onto brighter days.