blank space, open sky
or dotted with tiny flames, far lights  
millions of miles away.

the grass a soft, sturdy cradle
beneath your tender joints.
the sea sighs, breathing gentle
drawn warmth, dancing
across your skin.
the lullaby she sings so sweet,
a mild hum and crash,
never missing a beat.
rhythm bringing sand
to your heavy eyes,

so, rest my dear

in paradise

string unwinding from a spindle,
my throat it swells,
my words- they hinder

the strumming on
my heartstrings soothe,
yet, an unfamiliar tune

I spend my days just dreaming,
all my nights awake

I can't help but drift
fall unbeknownst-
unto my fairy tale state.

where doth my mind go;
why must I fade
to and fro?

my life a blur,
bright lights stream
against a storm soaked street

covering the
fading lines
of my dreams and reality

peace within the chaos,
compensation
for the screaming
silence.

insanity has called me,
and this is my penance.

a slight zephyr,
marks my severance

there is no turning back,
in my defense-

not everyone
deserves a
second chance.

tides change, a perceivable measure from my skewed vision anyways. soft shudders, wings from birds of flight- there is something in the air tonight. the earth trembles beneath me, the sky rises above- something in the moon my dear entrances me in love.
             there is no wind upon my legs, or my arms, across my face. there is no breeze to catch my hair, no cold sparks or humid drench in the air. So, I start on my summer-side way, the paths we used to take- while we were too young to understand the beauty of just being able to walk for a day. in the fields we'd run, the trees we'd climb, in the grass where we spun, and we spun;
                            until mum called us home for supper-time.
            my love? when did we decide to grow up?
for now, we are left enjoying the moments in the past, we were too busy looking into the future, to enjoy what we had.


                                                                   *but I suppose, we always are..

I feel like time is soaring by,
the clouds each day tumbling high
and with each passing breeze,
between them I sigh,
for I and all I love will someday
be one with the sky.

The walls once built for the
children of the past, have crumbled
leaving rubble, vast.
And home I reside, will eventually
fall, we all grieve- uselessly
at the impermanence of it all.

And darling,
you nor I can stop the clocks from ticking, but we can choose how to spend each moment
we are living.