Like air,
my presence is gentle and quiet.
Yet I am temperamental;
from breezes to gusts,
from gusts to whirlwinds -
a turbulence derived from perceived planes.

Still, I stand before you,
eccentricity that does not deviate from its kind manifest.
And with this golden cup,
I will rain upon you from the heavens above,
cleansing the earth.

I am Aquarius.

They say time machines don't exist,
but whenever I'm with you,
Time seems to fly by.

And when I'm not,
seconds turn into minutes.

You were...
The ultraviolet that shined on me,
Revealing invisible pages.
Pages that hid my thoughts,
My emotions...
Pages that hid myself.

You were...
The light in my own incompetence,
Shining a path to realizing myself.
The light that sparked inspiration,
Passion...
The light that sparked love.
But,

You were...
Forgotten as swiftly in love were we,
Another glance in the crowd.
I felt unwanted,
annoyed...
I felt hopeless.
Because,

We weren't meant to be.
I took a step forward,
You took a step forward
But your light disappeared.

You were...
Gone.

Like the wind,
passing freely,
gently caressing my skin.

Like the water,
my feet wallowed in,
fully encompassing me.

Like the sun,
with its rays of light,
warming my heart.

Like the moon,
in the nothingness of black,
dimly lit over me as I dream.

I'm reminded of you yet again;
I wish you were here.

Trees are the veins of the Earth,
Silhouettes against the night.
Trees are the arms of the Earth,
Trying to touch the sky.

If I gaze upon that sight,
Will I too strive higher?
Or be intoxicated,
By the poison of its desire.

of a solemn sound
that which pierces my ears
an apparition
so vague yet clear

veiled to eyes to all but me
nested it lied deep within
a speck of lint that breezes by
with it follows a certain scent

from a bird that takes flight
to the fish that swim
from a torrent of water
that which touches the brim

endless streams flow past my grail
spilling out into the abyss below
a shallow wake of living and death
to this my song of unwavering woe

a small bleak hope shrouded in doubt,
you reach with your hand, but then you pull out.
recoiling back as doubt creeps in your mind,
your memories flash, a movie frozen in time.