Invigorating;
      like that breath of fresh air above the smog.
Comforting;
      like that perfect pillow your neck needs at night.
Challenging;
      like that last Sudoku box to fill.
Conflicting;
      like two opposite poles of a magnet held together.
Wonder-filled;
      like a child discovering the magic of candy.
Logical;
      like the computing powers hidden in your head.
Fantastic;
      like that mythical beast you find after giving up looking for.
Sudden;
      like an avalanche disturbing a still Alpine noon.
Affectionate;
      with the nurturing touch of a gardener.
Captivating;
      like the song you can't get out of your head.
Brilliant;
       like the flame burning bright amidst the grey.
Dangerous*;
      like the hope of a better way.

Tell me you want me,
But don't want to stay.

My love freshly broken,
In need of something more.

A new hope could save me,
A vision you've revealed.

Two halves of this exchange
Around a delicate question.

You showed me the power
Of two lives in sync.

A melody of minds in balance,
A stimulating song.

A could've been, should've been, might've been
All hurt more than a was.

Help me rid myself of this
Painful thing we call Hope.

If our paths will not cross again,
Please don't let them touch.

Young, yes.
But sadness doesn't care.
Sudden, yes.
But death has no heart.

The pain of loss.
Emotions cost.
A hole that can't be filled,
With no amount of iron will.

The burn of grief.
Death's doesn't wait for sleep.
A sudden parting of ways,
In such a short number of days.

Beloved, yes.
But sadness doesn't care.
Remembered, yes.
They live on in our hearts.

Stagnant throughout the years,
Leaving nothing to chance.
Trudging through life unsurprised,
Life keep's us a hostage.
A prisoner of the saddest sort,
Unknowing even of the chains that bind.

Until one day something changes,
A biological switch clicks.
Scales fall from previously blinded eyes,
Truth finally freeing the ignorant prisoner.
An unforseen blooming that colours the world,
Opening the mind to possibilities that could be.

The Joshua tree in particular,
Dreary, regular and uninteresting.
Stuck in an unfaltering life,
Doomed to a lonely death.
But one day something happens,
Mundane, it will never be called again.

Flowers, bright red and plentiful,
Standing out against a backdrop of barrenness.
A routine of numbing indifference,
Suddenly disturbed by a blessing.
Life no longer doomed to an empty existence,
God's larger plan finally within sight and grasp.

Trudging on with unfeeling lack of will,
Barely registering the sudden gifts.
Till they mature and give way to beauty,
Uncontested and pure.
Life can never be the same,
Once circumstance whispers, 'Run with me.'

"Grow up!"  they said.
Time picked up an unwilling passenger,
And headed me down a path,
With no trace of childish fantasies.
My destiny, corrected.
Had I had my way.

Looking all around,
The roped path, present from the start,
Merged with the jungle unnoticed.
Alone and unguarded,
Dark fears come to mind.
My asylum, restored.
Had I had my way.

As time ticks on,
The slow creak of chain tightening join in.
Movement growing ever less.
My presence in ******* unwavering,
Would prove a fated hardship.
My freedom, a constant.
Had I had my way.

The wonders, the sights,
The clowns in the fair.
All morph into gross parodies,
Ridiculous and undignified,
Grown men in suits.
My ignorance, permanent.
Had I had my way.

Raindrops from heaven,
Once a signal for a game.
To sing; drenched and oblivious.
Now best left for the movies,
Where reality has less say.
My actions; unjudged.
Had I had my way.

"Grow up!" they said.
Change is a thief in disguise,
The Path of Fate treacherous.
My maturity; inevitable.
Time had had its way.