Put me on a shelf
Set me to the side
Sell me to myself

I’ve gave enough
I think I can go now

The openness is nothing new
It’s nothing I feel

Let’s run to the moon
Let’s swallow the sun
I can show you the room
I can show you some fun

Where will you be then
Where are you now
Let me know someday
Let me know somehow

I’ll be there.

I remember, I remember
The fall that splintered
into your eyes...
Our kiss goodbye
Your first time and my last night
Everything is alright

It’s alright
if we shudder,
I’ll stutter
every time you walk by

The legs and your neck,
My teeth; stuck in between
The curtain and the chimney
It’s not what it means

Do you see?

Let me lay down now
Let me see what’s at store
I wanna see your bluebird fly
I want to tell you what it’s for

It’s all for nothing!
Oh no,
Not now...
Not when!

Maybe things will be different then
Maybe I’ll look like a stranger that you once knew
Maybe you’ll begin to wonder
What it is about you

What is it?
It’s
death stranding

Leaving me lost in a fog
that was never there.

What a strange window
The candle burnt a black spot on the inside

Pain can describe a certain taste
As I sit here alone staring through
haze and wool fibers caught in the fog
A complete mystery among the cool wind

A fond friend that has gone again
Is there a definite closure of the door
Or am I just feeling this way
Begging for a little more

Since the last time it was cold
I’ve changed
I’ve never seemed to stay the same

I’ve been a gleam in your eye
A shudder down my spine
Goosebumps down my arms
Her slight sight directly into mine

Send it back

Tattoos meet and greet
Skin on skin
Again and again

She spoke for the last time
that evening...

I lost my breath;
Her voice stole it away

I fell apart;
Into pieces

When the final word was spoke,
What a thing to say

Our time spent - was a good one
I left a life unknown in the desert

So when earth realigns with the sun
I’ll be a solar son

Spinning around in line
Like a top out of line

In a circle, going around and around in my eyes
Those that see only despise and
Unconcern of the things learned

I learned another thing
About heart ache and how the stake
Can drive so deep down into heart break

I am everything that I thought
Your fire under the barn
In the woods

Unknown now...

An unstoppable force.

Here we go.

He awoke in the morning. The sheet had made its way to the end of the bed. Stuffed in the corner of the side that he didn’t sleep on, no one had in months. He didn’t care much anymore. The scent had faded. It was nothing but diamonds and dust at this point. As he drug himself out of bed, his mind rushed back towards what his reasoning was for coming to this side of the world. What was he escaping? What had he left back in the land of his last home? Daughters... diamonds? Dust... there was nothing left there. They were all in their place. I needn’t not to go back, he thought. I believe that’s how, he thought. The world wasn’t the same anymore. He needed this trip, this experience, this last adventure. One last adventure, he thought. *******. It’s good enough to make a man weep. When was the last time I cried? It’d been years. Or was it months? Either way... this was the place.

He walked to the door and looked across the beautiful country he was beside. He was beside himself in the mirror of the world. This cigarette tastes good, he thought. I think I’ll have another cup of coffee. Maybe a bowl or two. One for you, Mother Nature. That’s the least he could do for allowing her to let him inside this warm early summer morning.

As the day carried on, the thought hadn’t left his mind, everything seemed to taste better, smell better, the sky was a different kind of blue. The flowers were almost singing to him. Why, he thought. Is my luck beginning today? It was a sign that he was not alone anymore. The sky had opened. The clouds had cleared. It was all in time.

I think I’ll take a nap. The solution to a never ending problem. I’m always tired these days, he thought. I’ve worked enough in this life for seven. I wonder if it would be enough to get me into heaven. It’s a good question.

Thoughts drift into dreams and he was alone in this room now.

“Beau! Beau! Hey Beau!”

He heard a voice cry out of the darkness. It sounded like his brothers, or his fathers. But his father didn’t call him Beau. How did he know? The voice called out again.

“Come here, man. I need to talk with you.”

He followed languidly down the hall.

“Where are you?” He called out.

Just a little bit further. He felt the wind blow softly through his hair. Where was this voice? Where was this force? The force that made me come here. The force that put my hand in line. The force that calls out my name. It was there,just on the other side. He was ready. This was the last great adventure. He wept. His eyes began to light up with a light like never before. Never seen again. He was there.

He awoke in the morning and had been born again into the night. Burning in the ever living light of love.

To remain in history forever.

A legend.

How many
years had it been?

I
couldn't
remember...

A silence broken through memories.
Her seraphic voice called out;
“My friend, where have you been?”
We both have been through the mystery.
Now that the sour years have passed
Our splintered souls can swell again.

A shift in evidence.
The most gentle sound struck through the chaos.