Loose gravel under my feet,
An isolated road
leading down a path of
poverty.
Bathing in a dark
illumination,
to find a new
devotion.

One without my
stains already attached

My only companion,
the crescent in the
sky.

The morning Sun
feels the same on my skin,
No warmth flooding
from the sky,
My bed has the same feel
every night,
No softness to lay
my soul anymore,
My mind can't ever rest,
With the loss of heaven
weighing on my chest.
Food barely registers
on my taste buds,
The sweetness of fruit
has been lost,
The richness of
Earths bounty missing.
My old rituals are anything but
a holy rite anymore.

I,

Desire to lick one more sweet drop from your lips,
To taste your flavor
one more time,
Feel heaven in my arms
one more time,
Have my soul get the Suns warmth
one more time,

Just for one more time.

Side by Side,
The waning sun casting shadows down among us,
We try to out run time,
Before it takes away our hours,
We rest beside the Rio,
Knowing inside nothing can be done,
About the Sun, Time,
And how it can't be won,
It can only be taken,
when it comes,
Like the water passing near by,
Grasping tight only let's it slip by,
Creating this poem let's me keep this moment forever in mind,
My way of cheating the flowing river of time.