Night shifts into jet black
city escapes
if it's not insanity,
we don't have an answer at stake.

this product of you and me
was never an accident.
love at its peak
signaling and S.O.S.

you've bought me in a surface.
we don't now yet.
analog fluctuations I wanted
you and I cant forget.

Sanctions we break,
with metal palms we punch.
limitations act as walls
our thirst  keeps me quenched.

My passion, your fire.
will get us above the wires
ambiguous insights to the past.
Passion and fire, you ignite.

It's called "falling" in love for a reason.
I used to be a tree,
Strongly rooted in the ground
Independent.
All alone.
Now, I am a mere blade of grass.
My roots intertwine
with those of another
just like our fingers
when he's holding me.

But if he were
To be ripped from my life
I would be uprooted as well.
This tree no longer stands tall
But my lawn assures me that
Love is well worth the risk.

Have you noticed
How throughout the day
The light changes?
In the morning
It is pale.
Somewhere around noon
It becomes
Warmer
Yellower?
After that
It becomes more
And more
Orange
Finally ending at night
With the orange street lights.
It's like a lifetime.
It starts
Young
And Innocent
Yet cold
And unforgiving.
It keeps going
And becomes slightly warmer
Learning about others
Accepting
But with slightly less energy.
As it reaches twilight
It is vibrant
At its peak
Loving
Caring
Learning
Hoping.
It proceeds to
Nighttime
It is the warmest
The most accepting
But like the cold, dark air
Death looms
Constantly threatening
To overtake this light
Which took a lifetime
To mature
And become itself.

She rides the chanting waves
At the seas horizon,
In fires of star sheen and moon shine,
Sweet Niamh of the golden hair, and aqua eyes,

Princess of the green sea turtles,
Of the coral sea grottos,
Anemone naves and kelpie skins,
Trailing the rainbow schools of the whirling fin,

The whole twining ocean globe of blue is swooning
Under the milky waving skies and unfathoming deeps,
Her laughter lighting the unremembered bottom of the seas.

To be alone is so different from lonely
Lonely is a strange shade of fear
Fear that you will be lonely forever
Fear of an absence of care.
From all those that surround you,
Envelop you, clothe you
To be so obviously apathetic to plight.

If the sun was alone there in the sky
To be lonely is to stand in the night.

When we first started off
Our friendship grew
Quickly
Vastly
And I knew that you were more than my friend

As the sparks began in my heart
You told me of the sparks you felt
My spark grew into a beautiful flame
Almost a reflection of your beauty
Your radiance
And it grew

It took my heart
Making me unable to love another

It took my lungs
As I lost my breath to your presence

And it took my stomach
That I may feel that twitch whenever you were in my mind

But now the fire has spread

Now it has spread like a camp fire made to keep me safe
Safe from the dangers of the wild
But now causing a ferocious blaze around me
And now it has spread to my skin

My body now feels the pain of lost love as you now love another
But as the flame grows on my skin
It intensifies on my inner being

My heart
Now unable to stop loving you

My lungs
Now stopping me from running away from this pain

My stomach
Now failing me as I fail to feed it

But now
It threatens my one sense of security
My mind
Causing pain and misery as it burns away at my memories
The good times, correction, great times that we had
Making them feed on me
Painfully

And now all I have is the memory of lost love
And the painful burn and blaze of regret
And like a forest fire
The only way to put it out is to let it burn
Let it burn its way through a path of destruction
And wait for it to end

Thing is
I think it may end a little too late for my body to ever repair

Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.