It would be the 11th
Six seconds off a midnight,
Within sounds of a ticking clock,
And howls of hungry dogs

Your breath,
like the wind,
Warming my chest
At the tempo of your heart

How delicate and calm,
The lines on your face,
That smile when you sleep,
A sunrise in the night

That I would wish,
To watch,
Till the first rays of the morrow,
Colour your tender skin

I stand tall in day,
But crash within your arms
This thumping heart,
The evidence of my flaw

A beautiful flaw,
To know love,
To understand her ways,
And finally feel whole.

Thank you love,
Good morning

The tears from my heart,
Fill the pages of this plea

Words of a broken man,
Who awakes to a lost love

Standing on cliff,
And calling to death

If this life feels like death itself,
Why live if I can't be yours?

Knowing you love someone else,
But failing to understand this aching

if I ain't yours,
Then why long for your breath?

A heart thing
Speaking a language I don't understand

A senseless falling,
Into the arms of one to stab me

Why feel so right?
But so wrong

Sad eyes wink in the dark,
Frozen hair masking his face
The lines of grey,
Around his chin to the temples,
Telling stories of his past,
Silently folding on a moldy cardboard
With a running nose
bleeding on the street

So I stayed awake,
last night,
Couldn't sleep
Kept thinking
About us,
How far we've come,
And how far I wish,
Praying,
We could walk together

Hand in hand,
Silent,
happy,
Smiley hearts
Around a rose garden
Chasing a twilight,
a firefly,
Under a full moon
Within kissing leaves
Whispering hymns of the wind

Maybe
Melodies of change,
Sweeping like plague,
Devouring our souls,
Into an oblivion,
Where our hearts beep for another
Not for me,
Or for you,
our thoughts,
far from our memories
This dread, quaking

The old shatter hand
That smashed our hearts,
Crushed our bones,
And tore our tendons

It's mighty blows of death,
Casting our sorry souls,
In the land of despair
Sleeping on our howls

Sunken eyes, falling hair,
Peeling flesh, black teeth,
Decaying nails,
And a growling belly

The cover of the night,
Hiding from the shame of the sun,
And cheerful faces of the malicious
Whose hearts you blessed
With our woes of desperation

Why so wild?
Shutting your ears to our requests
But not our cries,
What pleasure do you find in our misery?

For no good or bad would sway your will,
And not our past or future,
Weighs the blessing of the present
So, why hide your face from us?

I've travelled the dark,
Accepted it's cover,
Over my transgressions

Do I regret?
No
Would I repent?

She left,
And I chased her shadow,
The blood on my toes

Trod on skulls,
And drunk on weak souls
As she slipped further

Her skirts like the horizon,
On an open sea,
Before turbulent waves swept in

To find reason,
To live,
To know pain

To live the hustle,
To forget  joy,
the warmth of the sun

The future paints no more,
Than a greyish cloud on a sunset
When our eyes shut slowly,
To inhale the present,
That she was no more