persistent as a ubiquitous urchin
charmingly offering promises
disguised as roses in her tiny hand

depriving as inanimate loveliness
pinned for posterity under glass
posing as a butterfly's fragile elegance

precious as tears welling involuntarily
in a singular moment of transient truth
when a beauty is fully comprehended

…such is the desperation of time

There was an innocent me
And there was an innocent you
But when we met
And it was winters
The seasons changed
The hurricanes and cyclones were arranged
The volcanoes oozed fire
We were helpless
The galaxies collided
And supernovas were impregnated with stars
That was the impact
You see,
I never wanted this to happen.
But we were always a catastrophe together
My love.

The lights were a crazy blue
The windows needed a repair
For when the winds brushed against them
My eyes on the ceiling did stare

For months at night
I yearned for sun
A sun that illuminated through my chest
And the moon changed phases
It ran through the mazes
I knew it was all for the best.

The canvas now
a sharp stinging red
Said things i could have never said
I lay there still
No words to say
No sadness and no regret

I have sinned, I have wronged
Been down with no way up
But you came, lent me your shoulder
I knew this world as a better place

I have cried, I have screamed
Believing nobody could hear me
But you came, lent me your ears
Then I knew someone listened

I have suffered, I have been lost
Searching, but with nowhere to go
But you came, took me, kept me warm
And I knew beauty, for there was you

The ravens watch from their trees
Barren dead branches, naked of leaves
The Winter chill hangs in the air
A solo walker makes his way, this night
An eerie light is cast on the tombstones
As if the cold moon is reaching down

He will always come here, in darkness
For the night sounds play the music
As amongst the grave, he dances alone
But then a mist rises from one particular grave
Beginning to take the form of a woman
The lost love he has missed for so very long

They come to dance, together once more
Watched by ravens and a thousand glowing eyes
Entwined in a gothic dance of the dead
Until once again, she will fade away
Vanishing back into the ground, whence she came
And a solitary figure of a man, walks away alone