The plane was her last ride,
back to her home
from the deserts of dreams.
The modern plague of her times
drained the last bit out of her.

The ride began as she huddled
her child and spouse close
as if the she knew it was their last
embrace and warmth.
They fell into the indefinite slumber.

The rain lashed it's fury and
winds howled death.
The pilot's last breath was put into
stopping the airborne casket of hopes.
As it skid and crashed them.

Their hopes to live remain immortalized
in their indefinite sleep,
as we mourn their loss,
through the tears of pain that
tear out our folly.

The bedsheets roll over,
as you pause to hover
over miles and miles of my skin,
that tangle with yours akin.

You spill the pearls of desire,
as I intently glow, like fire
that burns the dark meadows
into the forgotten shadows.

Our breaths stay still,
as the night slowly fill
the silences that once stayed.
Then stars burst all at once, a grenade.

The wind roams flirtatiously,
as we grow voraciously
high in the night, to drown
in the drunk sheets, before dawn.

The curtain rise,
as the eyes peer
into my hands,
for the dirt
they want to see.

Your arms reach out
for my lost breaths,
as you breathe into me
the soul of  Gaia,
the colossal womb
of rebirth.

I'm alive again

as her soul embraces me,
as I convince the lost
to grow out again,
with the rains
from heaven.

The pangs of hunger engulf
the sacred body,
as the heart raises its call
for the feast,
of the dancing stars that
collide into
a million pieces and
drowning in
the waters of ethereal love,
drenched.

She stays in her sacred lair,
with the miles of skin hidden from the stare,
as her words fill up the void of peace
while they have their timely feast
of the untold tales of despair,
that erupt from tounges with much flair.

The tears and shower blend,
while the thoughts I  amend,
and the deafening thunders
dampens the whimpers
of the stinging wounds,
in my heart abound,
as I drown
in the
woe

The untimely mime ends,
with the final credits,
as the smiles and tears,
bear witness to my soul,
throughout the whole
episode.

My eyelids close as I see you
tell me lies,laced in sugar that I fell
into for a blotch in time,
For the last time today.

To the ones who held
my hand and instilled
in me the ambitions
for a lifetime,

Your words set
fuel to ignite the
fire of enlightenment that
dispelled the shadows
of ignorance.

The gratitude  within
this soul's unbound,
something I cannot express.
I rise up in memories of your
knowledge

The walls seem to fade in colour,
the ones that held on to my valour.
The rain breaks out wild,
as my thoughts revile
the dubious washed walls.
Till then I seek refuge in the lost halls.
While I count my marbles,
to the evergreen warbles.