my heart
            shall burn brightly still
though unwanted

Majestic spires
towering above the ground
like green sentinels

You asked me if it's weird
and I told you no

It's just
you've filled an empty
space in my heart

That I
never even knew was there

Now I'm
soaring at 30000 feet

Trying to
right my world
that you so pleasantly
turned on its head

A gate
Plain and humble
Guarding the way to my sanctuary
My hidden refuge
The latch clicking shut behind me.

Beyond the gate,
A sun-dappled path,
Set in rough stone
Gravel crunching under my heel
Each step freedom.

The sweet perfume of wild flowers
Permeates the air
Growing between the ancient oaks
In uneven ranks along the trail.

The babbling of a creek
Draws me off my course
Like gold draws a miser.

I step into a wooded grove
A sparkling creek flowing
Cold, clear, and swift
Chilling my hand
As it cuts through the water.

The songs of birds,
The rustling of the wind through the grass,
The gentle gurgling of the creek,
Echo in the peaceful silence.

The sword at my side
Growing heavy with each passing moment
My weary fingers let it drop
Blade sinking into the soft earth.

Peace cannot last
Weary of heart
I stalk through the gate
The quiet click of the latch
Lost in the din of my mind.

I missed your hand,
As you reached out
to stop my fall.

It was too late
When I finally saw it
already slipping past.

Into the void,
Hope's bright light
Slowly fading
to black.

Spinning in a sea
of endless dark,
I am lost.

How long has it been?
How much longer?

Two armies face,
Under wild and impartial skies.
Tension, drawn and nocked,
Waiting for the order to loose.

The drummers beat cadence,
Tempo building
Matching my racing pulse.
Clarion call,
Drowning out all thought.

Ground quaking,
With the pounding
Of hundreds of feet.
Battlecries and wordless screams
Split the air.

Alike to the one
Rising in my own throat.

A couple waltzing
lilting and eloquent

The crackle of music
only they can hear

He clad in tattered suit
She in faded gown

Both long dead
and fading away