Before we watch the sunrise
We dance amongst the fireflies
Inches away, miles apart
Only noise is the beating of my heart
Hushed tones blown away by the wind
Sideways glances as if we have sinned
She reaches for my hand
Writes our names in the sand
So temporary yet I am fixated
For this we are berated
What we feel is different than expected
They tell us our love is misdirected
But what we feel is true
For three simple words are hard to misconstrue
Suffocating in this intoxicating air
As she brushes away a strand of my hair
With each touch it becomes harder and harder to breathe
And never do I want to leave
We are together in the same room
So close I can smell her sweet perfume
The room is filled with waves of tension
Her eyes sparkle, the color of gentian
She is my secret and I am hers yet
We sing a strange duet
With all the misguided plebeians gone
We mount a hill whereon
Without a single threat
My beloved and I watch the sunset

I
Brilliant red encased in morning dew
Effulgent in the dull bayou
All is silent in the tranquil air
So different from the hellish nightmare
Of the hussle and bussle of city life
Out here among the wildlife
A single spark of beauty
Absolutely beyond reality
The first rays of sunlight peeking over the horizon
Breathless glamour, set to enliven
Yes, it is without question
The rose is the lucky one
II
The peace is but yet a guise
As thunder clouds form in the skies
For under those verdant covers
Lies several sneaky lovers
Oh what deceiving beauty to
Fool the mind in this dreary venue
For nothing is ever as it seems
Except, of course, in dreams
It draws in love mercilessly
So people simply say blankly
Yes, it is without question
The rose is the lucky one
III**
Rain drops glimmer on the leaves
As the sun is pulled down beyond the trees
The stars come out
And not a noise can be heard throughout
Will the rose ever shine as bright
As they who twinkle throughout the night
Its marvelous beauty is diminished
As the day is finished
The darkness whispers good night, a silent farewell
Silence ringing much like a bell
Upon the night falling,
Without a single warning,
The rose falls into an endless slumber
With the rise of the sun, it will no longer
Grow stronger
Death takes yet another toll
And as I go for my evening stroll
In my mind, there is but a lone question:
Is the rose the lucky one?

I dive in the human sea.
Only a small water drop
In the dripping crowd.

The infinite ocean rages
The endlessly mass rears up
Like a gathering thunderstorm.
Seething, sinister alike as soothing.

The thundering, mighty tsunami
devours me, wreathes me,
lets me be a part of
the force of nature,
gives me strength,
makes me feel like
I'm invincible.

I drift and float
Until I'm weightless
And drowned..

Secrets are meant to be kept to oneself,
not whispered to the entire world.
To be breathed into bottles and placed on the shelf,
not to be seen and unfurled.

Secrets are meant to be cherished,
and to bond the ones who share them.
They should be kept until your perish,
and not be used to condemn.