Once prismatic brilliance;
brilliant only through borrowed light;

alone again in darkness, glum;
gleams, instant companion of night --

blind to grief and deaf to joy,
save by pristine thought, on lonely height:

a lone, canine howl reports and echoes,
as nocturnal critters hide, out of sight.*



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his tears used to wake him
from an unduly prolonged delay

her smiles used to hurt him for
their beauty his heart, dismay:

their love had locked them up
and threw away the only key

and mile upon mile of wishful thinking
pushed them further away, though free

he looked into a well-used mirror to find
the devil he danced with was himself

and the fireflies that once lit their canopy
have also lost their former glee

With your hands
Held aloft
And passion blazing in your eyes,
Your voice resonates
In an empty room
For the audience
Strain to hear
The whispers from the shadows.
And the applause
Echoing in your ears
Is merely a work of fiction.
Those who shout loudest
Will be the first
To lose their voice.

I can see the storm
on the horizon
Dark clouds on the sky
the wind blows
drowning all sounds
youre as wild as a storm
closer and closer
the thunder comes
across the sky
I miss you more and more
Our love is like a
sweet blue rain

Your hands pull me
Closer, and I know right then this is the moment
That we've been waiting for
I'll be your canvas
You express your feelings and you'll be the paint brush painting on me
Countless hours with nails inside my spine
With your imprint on me
Owning me
And for a second I am free
You just release me
Talking bodies
Wrapped up into the arms and legs
Touching me
I love you
I love this
While you are close to me
Talking bodies.