In my arms,
or simply
right
beside
me,
I will
watch over
You
as you dream.
As soft
moonlight
transitions
gradually
into
the gentle rays
of
the coming dawn,
I will be here
to meet you
first.
For you are
my sweetest
good night,
and all that is
good
in the morning.

Tell me this isn't where you want to be,
with the wind in your face
and the sun's warm embrace.

Tell me this isn't where you want to be,
with your feet in the sea,
and the waves in calm reverie.

Tell me this isn't where you want to be,
with your voice spilling over the mountainside
and that light, giddy feeling you feel inside.

You are not weak.
The very fact that you are reading
these lines right now
is proof that you have
survived
until
this
very moment.
There will be scars,
and pain,
and heartache,
but believe me
when I tell you
that you were born
for better days.
True happiness
isn’t born of luxury.
It exists in us all,
and everything
around us.
There are people
who hate the Sun
when they feel its
warmth upon the ground,
yet if they set
their eyes to the sky
would some witness
the canvas of a world
that it’s helping
you to see.
There are those
who spend
their whole lives
screaming at
the universe
to notice their existence,
but this world is already
fine as it is,
and it is the chaos
within ourselves
that hinders us
from noticing.
Find
what makes
your insides sing,
and what sets
your soul on fire.
For you are
a living
celestial body,
and the key
to the universe’s
treasures
was already
within you
from the beginning.

~*D.C.

Another sun sets in the horizon,
but our day is just beginning.
We were on a road that led to nowhere.
But it didn’t matter,
because we couldn’t see the end.
And I thought to myself
that it would be alright
if we postponed all our worries for tomorrow.
Like how you went out through the window
while your parents were asleep, since we had places to be.
Along the way
you started complaining that you were hungry,
and we were running out of gas,
while the only thing I could think about
was how perfectly your hand fit in mine.

~*D.C.

"This
is a familiar scene for me;
You,
with your eyes on the road,
and myself,
watching the sights
as we pass them by.
There
are so many things
that I
want to ask of you,
so many questions
to be answered,
and yet,
there is a quiet
between us,
that which we also share;
the familiar sound
of silence;
the sound
of all the things
you didn’t say.”

My darling, I will find you
underneath the burning sea.
I will know no rest
until I bring you safely home with me~

When your gaze found me,
remember that you
-for that short infinity-
held the entirety of my being
and
let
it
go
in a heartbeat.

~*D.C.

was not ready
for lovers
who found it
easy
to walk
in
and
out
of its life.

Cry not for me,
my loving ones.
I have spent
my time
on this Earth
chasing dreams
as best I could;
working,
struggling,
loving.
I have been through much,
as some may know,
that others will discover
only in retelling.
If there is a heaven,
perhaps it knows;
these old bones
are weary
and yearn for their rest.
So cry not for me,
my loving ones,
for I am surrounded
by the ones I love,
who I too will sorely miss.
Not farewell,
I hope,
but rather, till we meet again.”

No matter how,
or where,
or when,
I'm the best kind
of happy
when we're together again.

"I hope he loves you more than I do,
and when he discovers
how weird you can be
may he love you even more for it.
I hope he cares for you more than I do,
and when the world feels cold
may he be your source of warmth.
I hope he understands you more
than I ever could,
and when the time comes that
you need him,
I hope he gets you right."

It's 5:30 in the morning
and the very memory of You
lingers
as the most bittersweet of aftertastes.

I'm quivering,
and this is what it feels like
to be *brimming with poetry;
to have only just woken up,
in restlessness,
full
of
words.

And I'm writing about You,
because I spend every sleeping hour
searching for You in That world,
and by the stars  I will find You.
I will always find you.

For when you disappeared
I lost a part of me that made me
more than whole;
You gave me happiness,
even as my vision grew bleak,
You have given me Love
in all its beauty
with each gentle caress
and long-missed embrace.

I confess;
I Love too deeply.
And You have given me
so much to cherish
that being in a world
without You in it
is unthinkable,
unbearable,
unfathomable;
Even emptier than before.

Your Love is bright as ever, even in the shadows~

You are beautiful.
And You will always be beautiful
even when your hair's white
and in a mess,
even when we're older and been through so much,
I will take one look at You
and let you know every single time
that I Love You
and that you really do mean a lot me.

My Love,
I miss you so;
I want you back in my arms.

I’ll admit,
the reckless abandon by which I write
is my very own guilty pleasure.
Perhaps someday you’ll take the time
to pass by this haven that I’ve made,
away from prying eyes.
The fickle words that reach me
often leave this boy wanting for not
but to embrace the darkness with anticipation.
Maybe you’re reading this right now.
Or it’s just me again hoping that these words
will come across and miraculously set things right.
To find that a soul so fragile
still ventures out into the world in search for the light
while emitting its own soft glow.
There’s no one quite like you.

You’re a masterpiece in the making.

You told me
how
you had
the
best
soul
in your grasp
but chose to let it go.
And I
told you
that it’s alright,
yours
is a
good soul
and
it’s
still
growing.
I forgive you.

Meeting you
is a sudden
alteration
of this
familiar,
overused
palette;
a complete shift,
a dreamer's flight
from
all
that
is
home…
Into the welcome
unknown.
Forgive this
night-thinker
for incompetence.
All that you are,
is all that
is new
to me.
The promise
of
the morrow;
daybreak upon
the horizon.
Your gaze is
sunlight,
your presence is
warmth,
but from which
I need not
shy away.
This time,
I ask,
will you stay
with me?

Yesterday,
I could have sworn
that I could live out
the rest
of
my
days
in peace;
content
with knowing
that you’d be
able to fulfill
everything
that you ever
wanted in life,
even without me.
Right now,
I’m a wreckage;
another
shipwrecked,
abandoned,
forgotten
remainder
of a love
that
someone just
couldn’t take.
And it kills
me more inside
than I would
ever
dare to admit;
how,
even after
everything
we’ve
been
through,
I still wasn’t enough.
I still wasn’t the person
anyone would choose.
I still wasn’t the person
anyone would fight for.
I still wasn’t the person
who you’d love
and want
to stay with.

There is something
magical in this moment;
how your voice is
reaching someone
whom you haven’t met yet,
when right now,
they think
the world
of you.
It kills me
inside
to be
separated
from the Sun.
I want
the
bright
places
now too.
Embrace me
with your Daylight.
Keep me in your Dawn.

I remember
you
as the leaves were
on that fine Autumn;
stunning,
and
fleetingly
beautiful.

I'll remember your hair,
and your warmth,
and your fingertips
as a constant reminder
of Summer,
for You are
my first breath
of Summer;
my Summersdawn.

And though
we are no longer
what we used to be,
I do still love you.

Do you know the saying?

"When you love someone,
they stay in your heart
Forever."

Well,
perhaps
it's in the way
you hold my hand
or say "I love you"
at night,
or maybe
it's in the way
your loving eyes
bring me daylight.

Because
You
will
always
be here with me.

She is wonderfully unique,
an ensemble
of rhythms;
a hint of jazz
mixed with alternative music,
with just the right amount
of punk rock
and metal.”