The only thing to do now
Is try to avoid the pain
Fill up the hours right until
My last breaths start to wane
Then use that sacred moment
Just as life begins to drain
To return to all I knew of beauty
And to see your face again.

A 12x12
With 8 ghosts of her.

The painted coffee table
She made while she was able

The seashell-plastered jewelry box
The turtle formed from broken rocks

The tile crab picture with the wooden frame
The blessing plaque that holds the family name

That second fence she had put in  
For extra safety's sake
And the one thats always watching
Watching every move I make.

So sick of being collateral damage.
For once I would like to be important enough to be the true target.

When the last of leaves fall from the tree,
And hope now holds but eternity,
And the sullen past lays down it's head,
And nothingness follows in it's stead,
Will any visions still come to thee,
Be it through a haze? or clarity?
Regret of words ( once said or not said?)
Make haste! For pride won't pardon the dead.

I'm not quite dead yet,
But the vultures couldn't wait.
They came very early on;
The water came too late.

But the tearing of my flesh
It keeps me lucid for now
I've no strength to struggle
And thats a liberty somehow.

The world...you see
Was too much for me
I had to lay
In half decay
For it to let me be.

So many fleeting ideas
Came and went
But I waited.
For that one moment
That one redefining moment
That would change everything
And it did.
And still I just waited
And the moment passed.

My advice to anyone reading this:
When your moment comes,
When your heart is screaming "take a shot!"
Take the shot.
Do not wait.
That moment will not come again.

They say nothing is impossible
But that sounds so silly to me
Ashes just can't be re-formed
Back to a mighty tree.