Two students, two seats
Two people, four feet
One day, two meet
One date, repeat
One woman, too sweet
One man, complete
Two hearts, one beat.

Lord knows I've never felt this way.
Lord knows I felt it from the start.
I'm in love with the woman with soft green eyes and a giving heart.

She dances through my very soul,
And no moment well spent when apart,
I'm in love with the woman with soft green eyes and a giving heart.

God has given me the greatest gift,
And I will cherish her until our souls depart,
I'm in love with the woman with soft green eyes and a giving heart.

Testify and let the truth preside.
Reside in the same place where you remind
Me of those spring time tonights.

Set sail, resign to the eternal horizon.
Symphonic mist kisses the whispered tryst.
Fall into my every Autumn, fill it with bliss.

Callus heart and troubled mind
An iron will and curiosity un-resigned
Memories of yesterday's man in the mirror
The more distant they fall, the clearer
Today I fall short, but never been nearer
Previous seasons renderings are merely mirage

Hope.
Hope unrestrained,
Hope in a prayer,
Hang hope on your Lord and savior.

Love.
Love unhindered,
Love your fellow man,
Learn to love as much as you can.

Dream.
Dream untethered,
Dream beyond the stars,
Dare to dream too far.

The crescent moon begins to peel back its veil.
The hound howls at the slowly darkening horizon.
The fog crawls out from the distant forest
Like a spider approaching its prey.

The cold slithers in from behind and snakes up your back.
The fog creeps closer and the howls are a growing to crescendo.
The cold begins to enwrap you in its coil.
The voice within begs you to run and scream,
But you're paralyzed from the shock of the scene.

Your end arriving right before your eyes,
You are bearing witness to your own demise.
The stench of rot grows like a fungus.
A shadow from the depths of the fog floats closer.
A skinless hand reaches out and peels back its veil.

Bow tie- tightened but hangs askew
Glancing in the mirror he shrugs; tired of the tireless toil of the tie.
Continuing on through a arched door stained brown like the late Autumn leaves.
With a gentle nod he greets his friends and family, cracking a smile ever so slightly.
Music begins to softly pour into the hall.
He takes his queue and walks his mother into a room.
The room if filled with eyes, ears, smiles, and tears.
His mother gives him a heart-felt kiss upon the cheek.
He tells her he loves her and let's her take her seat.
The man situates himself at the head of the room trying to control his emotions.
The music fades away and another tune begins to play.
The room turns, all attention aimed at the opening of the double-doors.
But nothing.
The song continues, but no one is on display.
The eyes quickly turn to convey dismay.
The man rubs his eyes. On a day so filled with joy, only grief he receives.
What was once a love painted red is now stained brown like the late Autumn leaves.

A shattered shell of my former self.
I was whole once, it was us once.
Now we are but a hollowed husk,
Lying lifeless beneath the brush.

Evening breezes softly sing by the ear.
Leaves dance about like marionettes.
Frolicking to their individual tune they go.
Ending after the frost begins at the soft song of the first snow.

The flakes gracefully flip and twirl through the open air.
Laying with their brethren upon the still leaves,
They rest until they awaken from a warm, glistening sun.
And again, flowers begin to blow kisses to the sky.

Memories glistening as they drift downstream,
Distance causing them to gleam.
Thoughts drifting through on a moonlit night,
Dreams tied to the string of a runaway kite.

Baby be mine
Til we see the end of time
Wash away like tears in the rain.

Darlin' tis true
That I've loved you
Since you came dancin' to me through the rain.

Dear can't you see
As I sit upon a knee
That you have taken me out from the rain.

Beautiful you know
As we age and our roses grow
Our flowers were born from the rain.

Angel I weep
As you turn to sleep
And my tears now fall down like the rain.

The heart desires to stay
Hoping to catch a glimpse of what once was.
It must beat to a new rhythm,
The accompaniment has gone astray.
A solo act must be played
Until a suitable heart walks amongst us.
It must repair the schism
That pulls apart the heart today.

Illusions of grandeur, spoon-fed to the youth.
Blinders cloak their unsuspecting eyes from truths.
The masquerade of the masses,
Misinformation spreads through the classes.

"You can be what you desire to be",
How maniacal can one cliche be?
Kids, it's just that easy.
No effort or self-discipline needed, and all you need is a degree.

Real-life is much stranger than fiction.
The depiction of the world couldn't be more of a mask.
Slough all that you've heard, there will be afflictions.
Or, continue and join the world's soporific masque.

A wind glides across the brow
A cauterizing of the brain has begun
A cool rushes forth and fills the body
Lips bubble out no words
Sensations no longer linger
A solemn pit fills your heart
Silence fills the soul

Buss, we must.
Death is with us.

My mind is full of broken glass
That before were pretty fixtures
Fastened together with a carefully woven golden sash.

A mixture of an alabaster and blue hue
Was delicately painted along the curves.
Inside, they were filled with ideas and thoughts anew.

Serving my wants, I let loose the sash
The fixtures slipped from my grasp.
Now when walking through my scattered thoughts, I gnash.

I am ever so slowly living my life away
Year by year, one moment to the next
Fleeting thoughts of today are forgotten upon the morrow
Like a withering rose, they are left without a second look
Evenings have been swept up into weeks
Thrown away with the waste of the day.

The evening breeze lingers.
The limbs of the tree branches point out like fingers.
The sun begins to warm and peak about the horizon
And Birds start to sing their sweet friendly tune
Serenading the flowers, tempting them to make their bloom.
The smell of nature fills my lungs with purity and truth.
It frees me from the bonds of society
It's seizes the whole of me, glazing my mind over with serinity and sobriety.

It is genuine and authentic.
Never asking for anything in return.
We have become blind and carcinogenic
We burn, abuse, and spurn.

The morning that I am breathing in today
Is the same morning I wish my son to see.
Sitting amongst the angelic ballet of nature upon display
Taking peace in the morning beneath a wonderful willow tree.

Oh words that have been left unspoken,
Why must you carry so much weight?
Why can't you string yourselves together
And annunciate or communicate?

The words held in check I do not follow
Wondering about throughout my mind.
But now and again reemerging to remind
Myself what not to say.

Speaking my mind is not an option
The words would be uncontrolled
And my tongue would begin to fold
At the bitter taste of the words that should be left untold.