Introversion
It would seem
Is the obstacle of happiness
Of dreams

And yet,
I confess
I do not value my solitude
Any less

I'm not one
To pursue
Immersed within the undulating throngs
More, subdued

I do not fear
Loneliness
Feeling that residing within myself,
Her caress

The tomorrows can't come soon enough
And the yesterdays pass too swiftly
Differing between lies and love
Is a gift no longer with me

And still I cannot help
But look ahead until the day
When love's more than just a word
And finally I'm on my way

I still yearn to lay it out
Put my heart on the line again
To leave the places that I've traveled
And find the one I've never been

I'm restricted to running blind
But running nevertheless
Lest the pulse start to slow
And fade into nothingness

At times it seemed I'd never stop
And I was nearly giving in
No longer was I searching out
But content with places I'd already been

And suddenly there she was
Real and no mirage I'd hoped
I tried to reign my emotions in
But my heart already had eloped

To soon, it seems, to think these thoughts
But I confess I can almost see
Something real in her words
And the places that I want to be

Too soon to dream, common sense cries
Maneuver slowly round the bend
But as I open up my heart
I confess she's falling in

Where we'll go, I cannot say
I can only speculate
To continue on my way
And leave tomorrow up to fate

How strange that we should find such beauty in
The withering of that which sustains us
That the reds and the yellows and the browns
Should give a sense of rejuvenation
When they will merely signify the end
Until the laws of the earth will claim them
Leaving only lifelessness to survey

So quickly the world turns beauty to ash
Stripping the flash of our utopia
Rendering dreams we touch to silhouettes
Grasping at the wisps of the fading past
We are left with only brushed fingertips

Though the white is the ending of it all
I will remain entranced within the fall

So tragic, these acts of violence
And one only begets another
Blood for blood and the river quickens
Now turbid with days no longer seen
Too weak are we to do what must be done?
Too weak are we to throw the switch?
Or is weakness ill-defined?
It is so easy to **** another man
Harder to be introspective
For some the most difficult thing
To look into, to appraise, is a mirror
Are we too weak if not enough die
If vengeance for the fallen is left unfulfilled
Or are we too weak if we don't stop it?

What is love but a serendipitous
Slide into a swirling wintery breeze
From the fall into the chaotic white
Or a journey hand in hand, that spans
Miles of light while moving only eyes
Back and forth from the stars to each other
How the simple joy of intertwining, leading
Resounds with a more transcendent meaning
Thoughts crystal clear that won't take shape
That pass from fingertips to fingertips
And return to me through scarlet lips

Angel, sweet whisperings
Crashing upon my deaf ears
I wish to hear your harmonies
I wish to take comfort in your embrace, but
There is no rest for lidless eyes
In no sleep will we meet
Unfound in peerless dreams

Somehow I find
Broken hearts don't bleed
And I thought that I had lost
Some things I'd no longer see

Wandering along in life
Devoid of certain parts
Wondering what I'd find anew
And when I could restart

But now it's time I think
To lay siege to certain things
Reclaim that which I'd lost
And end the recovering.

So I think that now the pieces will be returning
Certain fires doused, and others remain burning