I lie aside, subside
in pools of bright,
ice cold water

I look into thine eyes
in shades of night
skies and evening stars

in heights of towers
I feel the power
of gravity pulling me

and oh, how the wind
comes to an end
and again will never blow

and oh, how this pool
loses its cool
then leaves you alone, afloat.

I am an island child,
Of dire rocks and thistle,
Clear lake and lone skies,
Of bonny birds who whistle,
I race the strands with tides,
Waiting for my lad to meet,
So lonely are the night stars
I dreamt in my loft to sleep,
Far is the isle of my mind,
To slip away on new voyage,
Near is the sorrow into kind,
As I wait for keep in marriage.

Life is beautiful.
They said.
Only if you make it.
I replied.
We live only once.
They said.
We die once.
I replied.
Smile is the best ornament.
They said.
Only if you were it.
I said.
Love is beautiful.
They said.
Only if you fall with him.
I said.
And this war between me and them,
Will remain never-ending...

Here is to the deceivers, death to all non believers! These miracles nothing more than smoke and mirrors. My fears have all aligned the planets of my spiritual life colliding within the fabric of time, no time for space. I'm cramped up enough as it is.

This is it. Where all bets are off and winner take all (though there's never enough). We've raised the stakes and laid waste to all former claims. What use is new when I still haven't learned of old.