4-** Metal

The season turns, the air grows thin and sharp.
The empty space between two hands widens slowly.
An unanswered question in a silent room,
a shadow where a voice once lived.
The path ahead now lies without a guide,
its stones slick with a morning dew, not tears.
I watch the door, the frame of simple wood,
and find no warmth within the fading light.

This quiet letting go, I confess, holds no easy truth.
I've learned to love a silent ache, A Quiet Leaving.
The endless journeys, each with a lonely end,
the bottom of the glass offering only glass.
I hold this pain, this longing for a future
I could not keep. This hopeful emptiness,
a simple wish to feel a warmth
I gave away.

A different kind of distance takes its form.
The memory of laughter, a melody unheard.
The familiar smile now lives within the mind,
a ghost of touch, a kiss that finds no lips.
The warmth of sun now just a fading trace,
the echo of her hand as it slips from mine.
The door remains a solid, wooden fact.
The light has gone, but her shadow stays.

I choose this path of hope, A Quiet Leaving, for her.
They say that love can only grow in absence.
The space she needed, the time away, the distance,
I placed it there, a bridge she may not cross.
I live with faith in that one simple day
when the turning of a lock is not for parting,
when the light returns, when she finds her way
back through the solid, wooden door.

4-** Metal

The physical form is but a vessel,
its lines and curves a memory on my mind's canvas.
Your raven hair falls like a midnight river,
your brown eyes, twin pools of the deepest earth.
I recall the subtle shape of your ears, a delicate shell.
I remember the gentle allure of your neckline, a soft curve.
A figure both demure and sultry,
It is this absent vision that haunts my heart.

My waking intimacy is the new title to the ache
in my dreams, a space of both great passion and hollow longing.
I am burdened by a worry that sometimes feels like pain,
and I know it is a feeling we must share across this distance.
I wonder who weeps in the still of the night,
is it my tears that draw out yours,
or yours that begin to flood my own.
I am happiest when I think of you,
even as the thought leaves me physically drained.

Life's struggle can feel like a heavy weight,
and it feels heavier in your absence.
I recall those who lift us, those who love us,
and know you are the true substance of this world.
The empty work that drains my spirit is worse now,
as are the cruel people who seek to suppress us.
It is your support I need, your truth of connection,
the quiet strength we found in one another.

Your form may draw the gaze of any man,
In the Still of the Night, my love remains,
but it is your spirit that has captured me.
The sharpness of your mind that vexes my thoughts,
the sound of your laughter that echoes in my quiet moments,
the clear consciousness in your every action.
The way you used to speak to me, a language only we knew.
The way you used to look at me, a silent promise I hold to.
The way you used to touch me, a confirmation of our shared soul.

4-** Metal

All touched by hand, all glimpsed by eye,
Flavors tasted, feelings held deep inside.
Love's embrace, hate's sharp cutting edge,
Distrust's cold shadow, treasures kept safe.
Gifts bestowed, fates dealt in silence,
Purchases made, pleas whispered low.
Stolen moments, borrowed time's fleeting grace.
Each action etched, each word spoken true.

My soul seeks The Unseen Side, a quiet within the veiled truth,
Why does the light dim, when all was meant to be whole?
This inner realm, where creation takes form,
And destruction sweeps through, leaving traces.
Every choice, every utterance, a ripple sent forth.
The sustenance taken, faces met along the way.
Slighted feelings, conflicts fiercely waged.
I ponder now, what was, what fades, what lies ahead.
The world sings in tune, a cosmic alignment.

The sun shines, its warmth on every living thing,
All that exists, beneath its constant gaze.
The present moment, a fleeting breath,
What has vanished, swallowed by time's flow.
And all that waits, yet to unfold,
Under the vast, encompassing sky.
A silent rhythm, a perfect balance,
Where every element finds its place.

Yet, my spirit finds The Unseen Side, the moon's cold arc across the vibrant sun,
For there is no true dark side, only endless night.
Why does this veil descend, upon such clear accord,
And cast a long shadow on truth's pure light?
Each consumed thought, every brief encounter,
All slights perceived, every battle fought.
The now, the past, the future's distant call.
I stand beneath the muted sky, seeking clarity.
The sun eclipsed, its brilliance momentarily lost.

4-** Metal

Moments trickle, a dull day's slow descent,
Hours slip by, frittered in careless ways.
A lone figure walks familiar ground,
Waiting for a sign, a guiding light.
The static air hangs heavy, undisturbed,
A quiet anticipation, unfulfilled.
Shadows lengthen with the turning sun,
Marking time in silent, measured beats.

My spirit feels the Echoes of a Missed Start, the cold, hard tick of lost chances,
A weariness settles, staying home while life unfolds unseen.
Why does the heart pause, when youth stretches long,
And opportunities drift on the passing breeze?
Ten years vanish, a whisper in the wind,
The starting gun fired, its echo lost to silence.
I yearn for purpose, a clear, swift path,
Lost in the waiting, a soul adrift.

The sun dips, a relentless, burning orb,
Chased by a runner, forever behind.
Its light endures, a constant in the heavens,
Yet the body ages, breath grows short.
Each year a swift current, shrinking paths,
Plans wither, half-formed thoughts on crumpled pages.
Quiet desperation, a familiar weight,
The melody ends, a silence descends.

My being resists the Echoes of a Missed Start, this relentless push towards the inevitable end,
Each year feels swifter, time an elusive grasp.
Why does the spirit cling to fleeting moments,
When the grand design beckons, unseen?
The song fades, a whispered memory,
Yet a lingering thought, a final word unsaid.
I seek a haven, a warmth against the cold,
To find return, where comfort softly calls.
Home, home again, a solace found.

4-01 Metal
Rocks below, a heart laid bare,
Tides recede, a shattered soul.
Wounds are fresh, a fortress built,
Hands reach out, a comfort sought.
Flames ignite, a journey starts,
Shadows fade, echoes remain.
Intruders creep, mistrust takes hold,
Questions sting, a mournful song.

I thought the pain, a distant shore,
But Shattered Reflections now appear.
Her wounds mirrored, my own deep scars,
Betrayal's echo, a haunting fear.
Feelings stirred, a flame's rebirth,
Unintentional, yet deeply true.
Doppelgängers rise, from depths below,
Lost and drowned, in memory's hue.

Helping hands, a mend sought out,
New beginnings, where shadows flee.
Twisted minds, sow doubt and strife,
Betrayal's sting, a lasting pain.
Real or false, the question burns,
Past pains linger, a haunting tune.
Wounds remain, like anything,
Echoes rise, beneath the moon.

Who is real, in this mirrored scene,
Shattered Reflections blur the sight.
The past returns, a haunting trace,
A mournful echo, in fading light.
The heart's long hall, where memories dwell,
A song of pain, that time won't quell.
Yet through the shards, a truth remains,
A strength reborn, from past refrains.