Somewhere
in the last
heart
that has
never
been broken,
lies the key
to all
that we have
lost.

They are leaving, 12 firey streaks in the sky, right before this planet dies..
the serenity before the oblivion, the sight of the mother and all of her salvation..
destination 2nd home,  for us to rebuild and rename for our own..

They are arriving, 12 firey streaks from the sky, light lines fill our eyes..
fear and awe fill our minds, strangers from above or perhaps angels divine..
should we welcome them with love, the strangers or angels from above..

I found the shadows living with the ghost..  This is what I was meant to see..  This is how I can make you remember me..
I found the sun becoming the son..  This is my way of letting go.. This is how I can truly know..
I found the river becoming the ocean..  This is where it belongs..  This is how I sing this song..
I found you loving me again..  This is what it means to end..  This is how I forever begin...

Drenched in her viscous soul
Within her earthen body
Bathing the darkness,with her light
Losing life..
Slowly... steadily..
As the smoke vortex escapes into the atmosphere
Becoming invisible..
Leaving no trace of her existence..
While the writer basks in her glow.
In her selflessness..
In her love for him..
Little did he know..
How could he know?
She simply stood there..
Pouring light...with all her strength
But spoke nothing..
How could she?
Scared as she was..of the consequesnces
Staring at him..
Devouring all of him
Burning..
For him.
Hoping hopelessly..
if only..he noticed..
But she gave up..
Leaving him..
In the embrace of darkness..
In the emptiness..

Look for the clues..  They are all around!!  They will tell you of a world of your creation.. Of a world that has no rules at all..  Where the stars in the sky are made up of the memory of your memory..  At some point I finally find a clue..   It was in the pictures on the wall!!  They were all upside down.. I knew then this was a dream.. This was a world of mine..  

I go out into the night and look to the memory stars above..  I begin to float a few feet from the ground.. And then above the town.. Its so beautiful and calm from here.. All the lights of this town are lit by my memory of light.. There truly is no electricity here but just memory, memory of shine, memory of how a light looks to the eye that beholds it as the shadows run away from its glow..  

Floating quickly turns into flying.. As I begin to dive and rise toward the town and the creasent moon above..  I swear my stomach reacts to the g-forces I create from the memory of roller coasters..  Its then I rise above the clouds..  There is silence I cannot describe up there.. And when I truly listen I hear the hum of the the Earth itself. A melody, a song, a beautiful message that tells me there is no limit here.. I bolt through the clouds and over the dream oceans in my mind..  

There on the rocky shore I see an orange glow..  A window in the rocks..  There are others like me there.. Inside this dream chamber.. There is a flame that burns at the center of this room.. As I enter the winds begin to move the gold and silver sands on the wooden floors..  I see the flame and it calls to me..  I place my hand within it and it turns storm blue..  Its then I awake from this beautiful lucid dream!

Take me somewhere nice..  Its dark and cold the winter is here..  This endless grey is making me dream again..  Dreams about you, dreams about yesterday..
Take me to the sun.. There is none here..  This endless black is making me sleep forever in the white night.. I miss my shadows playing in the light..
Take me with you.. There is no music here..  Silent and ghostly voices remind me that you are gone.. I miss your voice, I miss your song..

At long last you have come back.. But you now have color.. I can hear your voice (tears flow)..
At long last I feel free.. I flow into you..  We are together (Hands grasp)
At long last I realize it all.. How my suicide brought me to this place.. Death has brought you to me..

But only for a moment.. This is my punishment..

I can feel
her absence,
like swallowing
a cold
knife. 

The blade 
slices slowly,
deeper
with each
heartbeat.  
Tasting 
sorrow
like copper. 

A cold
steel shard
that rests
against
my heart. 

But will it cut?
Can you still bleed?
Do you love?