'                                                                ­           mouse caught stealing gorp
                                                            ­                                         flies from bag to fire ring--
                                                          ­                                           deeper sleep






















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Still here.
Time is the same.

Still here,
We
Are
The
Same.
Connected and yet barely
Holding on.
Still here
Even the air is the same
Moving consistently,
Forwards,
never backwards.

Still here,
This same
Fear resides

for all of us.

Imagination
Inspiration
Solemn creation
Dreaming away.

Drift on a dream,
Stitches and seems
hopes and moon beams
in hearts they will stay

Flow from your mind,
the dreams of this kind.
Beauty and art
are the soul of this world.

Echoes and silence
simple things
Are all we need to
sew angle wings.

Wind in the trees
deep ocean breeze
float on a dream,
the slate is now clean.

Angle of mine
Heart is so kind
Willows that weep
My hopes will keep,

Flow from they lungs
sing to the sun
It sets on this tale
my dream sky now pale

Forever we hope
Forever we dream
Image, inspire
of love we don't tire...

I was the writer behind his poem.
Describing in words that he couldn't speak.
I was his determination.
To make your heart melt and be weak.

I was the one.
That attracted you to him.
And I'm the one you never notice.

From my perspective.
You chasing a dream.
And I'm not jealous by any means.

I live in this world of reality.
While noticing you live by illusion.
I was the one.
That got you together.
While being the one you never notice.

And, now when you tell him.
He's not the same as he use to be.
I believe he is.
Because he lived in reality.
Trying to bring an illusion.
That you wanted to be.
And I'm the one you never notice.

Now that the relationship has ended.
You feels the need to tell me.
What the two of us could be?
But I was the one you never notice.
Until I wrote a poem.

You are all I feel,
You parade through my thoughts.
Such wonders I've found, in the gallery of you.
A dedication of a thousand candles,
Lit before an effigy of your intellect.
I have parted the clouds with your memory,
And found the sun
Does not bear a fraction of your radiance.
All the light that has been since the beginning
Pales in comparison to a single drop of your beauty.
Moving through my life, as a rolling symphony,
A song of love, you are the music of my dreams.
Please, let us continue down this road together.
You can feel my words before I speak them.
With you, I can be speechless, and still be heard.
Let me place these lips upon your hand,
Seal my fealty, with this kiss, so you understand,
It is your symbol emblazoned on my breastplate,
For I am in service to you, I am your Knight errant,
And each time I return from my journey,
All the spoils I have claimed, I place before you,
So that while I am gone, you shall dwell in the luxury of my memory,
Of you.

In this relationship.
I can plainly states truth concerning you.
I can give one reason.
Why I truly do adore you?

One reason-love.
What more needs to be explained.
Or even explored.
But if you ask why?
Your smile.
Just this one reason stands out to why?

Your company makes anyone adjust to a sad mood.

If you need to hear a little more.
Your kindness.
But then that's more than one reason.
But then-there's no limitation to my explanation.

You have all the personality of the United Nation.
You have ways to stop a war amongst many nation.

You ask how?
Simply because you have love.
And that one reasonal emotion scares many.

Remember this.
Love always does.

it’s a transient world
sweetheart
all this life and the wonders of it all

it’s like the reflections in the lake
all this being and the joys
and the excitement of the day
it’s all like the flower
that comes first as a bud and then blooms
and then is proud in its own wonder
and then is kissed to its death, deflowered

it is all but an instant
though time, events may seem long;
the only thing one can do
sweetheart
is to hold the moment

From  the pinnacle of the quaint hill,
where a lone tree spreads her parasol,
it would seem one could glide smoothly down,
till the far horizon, where the sea faintly glints,

the sun just floated up, a pink, perfect globe,
changing the color of layers and layers of hills
in many hues of blue, from dark to light-
in to a song of red, only hearts listen,

A bird, not moving wings, soared far above,
round and round, a song bird on the throes-
of a song; it would break in to it soon, I hoped.
*Wind quickly subdued, leaves perked their ears,

With bated breath the hills stood attendant,
the moment was fully pregnant with expectations.