Isn't it scary yet beautiful to know
How something temporary
Can make you feel so eternal?

Like the day before it turns to night
Or just before the moon leaves
And makes way for the sunlight,

When the sea kisses your skin
To only recede but you will
Open your arms again to let it in,

People, not just leaves, fall
And drop on their knees
To yearn for spring's returning call,

And from the time I loved you,
Up till now I love you,
And for who knows how long, I will love you.

She clings
With lonely hands
To thorn-ridden
Roses
And yet
She is
Bewildered
When her hands
Begin to
Bleed

Some days I wither like a
Wilted rose waiting for
The wind to pick my petals,
One by one, like a morbid
Little girl -- she whistles
To the tune of "I live, I love
For naught, I live not."

Most days, I feel like
The man on the moon;
So far removed -- my
White smile set in stone.
Yet these shadows shown
Have made such beauty
Into all I have ever known.

She will have fireworks
In her eyes
And lips that steal
The words
Out of your mouth

She will be made
Of wind and wildfire
And you will be
Consumed
By her

She will be light
Where I am
Shadow
And heat
Where I am cold

She will not be heavy
In your arms when you hold her
And I will curse my darkness
For leaning on your shoulder