Raindrops, wet and warm,
Splash upon my face,
Looking so much like tears
Running endlessly down
As I stare up
At the tumultuous skies.
The summer rains wash down
Bringing a smile to my lips.
A smile midst the tears.

Eyes lock on to eyes,
Tears ******* the solemn orbs;
Breaths, ragged and harsh,
Cough out,
Awaiting that final
Gasp for air.
The comforting grip
Of a friend's hand in hand.
The smell of death,
Now closing in.
Eyes lose focus, blurring,
And shut one final time.
Farewell...

I feel most at home with a pen and pad
Or perhaps a book as company.
For within the boundless confines of my mind
New worlds can be created
Explored to great depths.
For 'round every corner is something new
Something fresh and never seen before.
That created world, be it my own
Or perhaps one that I have been loaned,
That is where I truly wish to go.

That tug of the heartstrings as it all falls apart,
The tired trepidation, sinking through a fog of emptiness.
A dream once, nightmare now,
Of the mundane order, living a life with another
Everything once hoped for left unfulfilled.

The best part about falling in love with someone,
Are those poignant moments, filled with awkward pause,
Where neither person quite knows what to say
And both just stand, sit, lay, looking in each others eyes.
That feeling of knowing everything and nothing all at once.
That feeling of a dream realized, while yet truly begun.

The worst feeling is when the love begins to fade
And the dreams that once were are slipping slowly, quickly away.
Where there was once hope in those pauses, now only pain,
Terrible, painful, dreadfully poignant moments, filled with awkward pause.
The sheer disgust and and sadness at what once was,
Tainting something beautiful, becoming something awful.
It was all a silly dream.

A subtle sadness resounds in my soul
Constantly reminding me I am still un-whole.
Where will I find what I lost 'long the way?
And how long until the feeling fades away?
I am entrapped by what once was my mind,
Encircled by the dreams and lies that ever bind.
Until the day I am made whole again.
Until that day, incomplete I ever remain.

Now I dream, never truly awake.
It is all just a dream,
Life that is.

She died just before me,
Right before me, shot down.
"It is all just a dream"
Her last words.

I go there now,
Not knowing what it is truly.
I go there now,
To find out if I was ever truly awake.

Bang
A shot to the sky
I lay here in my final moment
Quite sure now,
Still questioning,
Was it ever true?

Now I've dreamt, the dream of dreams,
Its is all just a dream,
Life that was.