My love, you are
one of the ones.
So close, but so far,
a single star of many suns.
Alone we are, together.
Yet forever, apart.
I am here, as ever,
my open, swollen heart.
Beating to the rhythm of yours.
Your words speaking,
to a voice that pours,
out every thought I'm thinking.
Free you are, I can see
the lights behind your eyes,
to greener grass, will lead,
from nothing you will shy.
I am not a key, but a door,
and you the choice, to enter,
what time urges not to explore.
A desire seeping from my center,
My core,
Left only wanting more.
Away my love I send.
A love, you are.
But this in the end,
cannot go far.

For a lack of a better way to say this, you ******* rocked my world.
You took every last piece of me and ripped it apart,
filled not only my head but also my heart
with doubt.
You clouded my senses
battered my bones
and left me completely and utterly empty.

The only source of strength within me the breath keeping me alive,
one exhale at a time.
You have shaken my confidence and uprooted my once unshakable conviction.
My world, my connections,
my sense of self.
Me.
The only place I call home now swept away and scattered by the winds of the world
whose sands will never wholly be returned to this place.

And now.
I can only hope that the pits of darkness I can barely escape from will one day be a balance to the love we will create.
And though I crave to be buried beneath the security of your arms,
I seek also the freedom of the skies,
and the escape from these ties,
that have for so long been binding me to the ground.

I don't care you were but a whim.
With you I was not alone,
To that I was not akin.

You saw me instantly, don't ask me how.
I was so weak I was transparent.
Now forced to question where I've landed myself now
and whether all of this should be apparent.

Once my head with circled clouds
walked down streets, no map no shoes.
Now born that little shroud of doubt.
Did this wandering path I choose?  

My innocuous, spontaneous reveries;
that have now knocked me and reduced my breath to heavy gasps upon my knees.
And your power to shake me never ceases to take me by surprise,
You enter my desires the moment I decide to erase them from my mind.

And that is what you are, a dream.

A million single little dreams awoken at the turn of slumber,
Dancing with out care throughout this city of wonder.
Though swore my vacant vulnerable cries,
that with you I would not be reduced to these sighs.

Abruptly and lonely I am shaken awake,
The pool of my tears now resembles a lake,
Cold sweat on my brow, I am reminded of you,
A love that I felt now revealed as untrue.

The trance that kept me seeing past,
The door that you had sealed.
Now left to gather all the shattered glass;
what once the crystal of my hope in all I thought before was real.

I find myself entangled in the comfort of your arms
But where consolation once was, I cannot find
With you as much as I bear not to part
This loneliness I must embrace as my own kind.

Though you may feel the beating of my heart
do not you wish to hear the voice that reigns within?
And though to me your gaze grows ever near
My inner fire, a thought to which you are not akin.

You caught me as I was stumbling, through forests of my own;
A warmth to comfort the icy days of solace,
Meanwhile pangs of emptiness continued knocking on my door,
As if to confirm the doubts of destiny between us.

Unable to prevent the path of my wandering footsteps,
From running to the world’s most distant corners.
In pursuit of something I may die in my attempt to find,
An understanding’s console only to us mourners.

For you my passion remains the mystery of a whim
While yours for me does not wish itself to reveal.
That despite my prying for the chance to open,
Will lie in silence beyond the doors that fate has sealed.

I feel as if I’ve dreamt for years
but I’ve hardly slept a wink.
A tired heart while childhood fears
Come back to haunt me as my lonely eyes have managed just to blink.

An insensual aroma awakening my hope,
Long since hiding in the hibernating slumbers of my mind,
Escaping from the fear my every memory will evoke,
As the lover deep within me seeks to evade the world that me they hope it will not find.

I cling closer to my every breath,
Growing heavier with the passing days,
As an augur gust of pain with the crushing sound of death,
Leaves me abandoned in the loneliest depths of my trepidation’s crashing waves.  

Has all the beauty this time has brought me,
Been left away so many miles,
And I am wondering if it will ever see so clearly,
That this distance our true love it will beguile.

I wish I knew how to tell you everything,
The chaos in my head that has yet to even for a moment stop running,
As if to forever hide from me in the deepest tracks of my mind.
And I regret now that not even one piece of clarity I have been able to find.

And as these words stumble across these pages,
I can only hope that the changing tides confusing who I am will soon subsist.
I admit that your ears were the only ones that offered to listen,
And I can blame only myself for these fallen tears and this heart that glistens.

I’m only scared because the love I left not so very long ago,
Has left me drowning in a well so deep, and I have never felt so low.
Alone, abandoned by a distant land,
Whose winds have long since cleared the tracks I left imprinted in the sand,
A tragedy for which I had not planned,
For in this place has there my heart been left to stand.

Still; no warmth, no chill,
An emptiness that grows despite how desperately its depths I wish to fill.
I seek but to live, to be,
In a place where can be found that bliss and harmony,
Together - you and me.

I am aware that where my soul now plants its roots,
May or may not yield any type of fruit,
A risk it may be called by some indeed,
But on my own terms into this ground must I invest this seed.

And with love and time may it bloom, may it grow,
To the world before this moment I have yet to show,
A piece, a part, a whole of me that even now myself I do not know,
A beauty to sow; a memory to reap and forever stow.

With the treasures of the past, and the promise of what now is real.
Though love and light from me it took to steal,
This brief encounter at least has shown me I know how to feel.

Despite my vain attempts to pretend
I must confess that loneliness and I are friends.
A reality I cannot shake
to no avail or end.

My shoulders bumped by city crowds
In masses they surround
But when forward I extend my hand,
All I feel are clouds.