lend me your wings so I might fly
up to a world beyond my reach
where in the night stars safely lie
without the heavy words of speech

there I shall wait for you to call
upon this heart yours to mine
I know that fate shall not forestall
the glint which in my eye does shine

I wait in vain for a lonely day
I wait, a hopeless wretch enthralled
and so this wish of you I pray
lend me your wings so I might fall

Each moment lived in your absence wears upon my soul. Like the petals of an autumn rose, the shards of my broken heart fall away. I feel as if a great door separates us and, tho I know you are with me and I remain yours in fact, the physical distance is a pain beyond pain, one that should never be enumerated. Yet I endure the bittersweet sorrow of your absence in the hope of a brighter tomorrow, one graced by your dawn. I allow myself this pain in the hope that it might break me and those fragments of my being might fit through the key hole of my prison to find you and escape the barren winter to which I am banished. No victory can be declared without you in my life. I am irrevocably yours, now and forever.I am yours for time everlasting and my life shall remain ever thine, ever mine, ever ours.



I once swam within your sweet almond eyes
And while we floated the stars burned to ice
Together we awaited our demise
The final notes were of our own device

But the Sun still shone when I closed your eyes
Upon lilies I laid your head to rest
The sand not yet spent, to us the glass lied
And each stolen moment lives in my breast

I once bathed in the sun upon crystal shores
With your gaze on my back, I lost my fear
Time's petals adorn us, still I want more
To live in all the colours of her tears.

The sun shone that day. It ought not have. I walked with angels as the earth woke around me and I knew peace; a shadow, disembodied as it were, should have darkened my gaze, none appeared. No siren from God to one of his own, only a summons delivered with the grace of Revelations, thunder without the requisite fanfare. My heart warmed when it should have stopped and I would have held that moment had I known, but instead I drew breath to let the world in and threads of gold blew between the young leaves. The sky was cast in sapphires, misnamed without relation to flame; it would have been more appropriate. The truth in my veins would have run as snow melt had I known, in truth, not truth at all. Thunder preceded cause, ill fated, and I should have flinched in unknown terror like some soldier might when charging down a once familiar hill and one who is brave yet untried shall find a disquieting serenity amidst the gore that bathes the ground and, in a moment, his face. That young veteran loses himself that day and shall seek that stillness for the days that remain to him. A futile venture. It is only to be found in the recesses of the mind; that place reserved for reflection and shame, it is in that calm he holds himself in question and a voice, not unlike his own, whispers a choice that was always there and with it a euphoric ecstasy rises like bile. It is in every man to let go of the lockstep of life, but to open your eyes in the following moments is to face a world unlike that in which you closed them. That new world is the cost of the decision and it shall flood in as the gates lift and the sky shall be cast in sapphires.