You turn these afternoons to songs
These mornings to symphonies
Those nights to crescendos
All the music in the wind
Stems from the simplicity in your smile
The contagion of your laughter
The sunlight in your chest
You are all that is
and all there ever was

Like an angel
With clipped wings
You've fallen so far
Down to this menial life
Touching the same ground as I
Breathing the same air as me
Crossing paths in a whisper of a morning
Catching the eye of all that was
You are such a beauty
Like an angel
With clipped wings

My dearest friend
You from the mountains
I from the sea
Crossed paths in a foreign land
Each of us unsure of what time may hold
Neither of us knowing which direction to travel
Found comfort in the company of each other
Years filled with smiles and laughter
The stitching to the wounds
My dearest friend
Was this love an accident?
Did our midnight temptations leave a thorn in our sides
All I know is it felt right
So much easier than most
You brought the mountains to the sea
And I responded in the most caring of tides

Oh how simple of a love this was
Curiosity from such a young age
You with your age and experience
Years of captivating hearts and minds
I fell victim to your narcotic charm
Your empty frame a reminder of the nights
You came and went like lightning
Only leaving long enough
For me to convince myself of just how much
I needed you to put laughter back into my life

Back to love poems
Been so long now
So many months of winter
So many barren harvests
Until you came like spring
The water to this sandbox of a chest
Breathing life back into
what felt like a funeral

In nature
Reptiles shed their skin
This signifies growth
Ridding their bodies of all the parts
no longer suitable enough for use
In some occasions gorging
themselves on the remains
Feeding the body with these parts
no longer suitable enough for use
Some days I call myself a reptile
I recognize my shortcomings
I've outlined each and every one
So i've begun feasting on this body
Gorging myself on the parts of me
no longer suitable enough for use
Because in order for the soul to grow
I must rid myself of these left overs of demons
And begin tomorrow anew