I lie awake and feel the world passing slowly.
I stand still and feel the faces starring.
Peering at me in a hideous tendency.
Their intentions are vague, yet so clear.
Screaming their silent whispers in the eyes of the dead.
...
I lie awake and feel the world passing slowly.
The sands of time falling infinitely;
falling and falling
like Alice in the Rabbit's hole of Wonder.
Can this land we seek be sought?
...
I stand and feel the thoughts overwhelm me.
Spinning my head into complete oblivion.
Tossing and turning it; grinding and churning the inner works of a mind so dark.
I lie awake feeling the whispers of a thousand winds, each telling a story.
Journeys they have taken and paths they will cross.
...
I stand still amidst the sighs of memories.
Growing old, breathing new life.
Now I sleep dreaming of a world quickly spinning,
all faces peering now blurs.
Now I sit actively watching life breathe it's first and final breathes,
until the new day beckons and cries.
...

I've realized what the meaning of dusk and dawn are.
Yes, of course the symbol of night and morning,
life and death, some may even say good vs evil.
But simply without one there is no other and that,
to me, is also true for the meaning of love.
When it is dusk the sun kisses the moon and softly says,
"Good morning my darling."
And the moon replies to the sun, with the most gentle of kisses,
"Good night my love."
And through the hours pass.
When it is dawn, then once again the moon kisses the sun and says,
"Good morning my darling."
To which the sun replies,sweetly,
"Good night my love."
For without one there is no other.
This my dears is the purest and most perfect symbol of true love.

The hardest part is controlling my feelings when its all I've ever known...*

You are my anchor that holds me securely to the sea.
This sea of great sorrow, happiness and agony. And with every tide, I am never swept away.
Instead I'm forced to linger here throughout months, weeks, years, hours and days.
Because, my dear, you are my anchor that pins me to the sea.
This sea of wonderful, chaotic, bitter sweet, lovely agony.
You drown me in these depths I dare to never escape from; for I no longer aspire for the shore.
You are my anchor and I your mistress of the sea.
My darling, this love we've built, we've built on beautiful tragedy.