Your face, full of elation.
Sweet perfection, no frustration.
Summer memories, nostalgia hemorrhage.
Let's stay here, far from Anchorage.
What you've taught me, you might never know.
Wherever you are, that's where the wind blows.
Currently, these currents take me to you.
An act, time and again, time could never subdue.
While we do reside in the days long after,
Never could these months be a diminishing chapter.
I can feel them still, as relevant as ever.
The prime cultivation for something that will grow forever.
Close your eyes, I'm sure you can see those nights.
When loves only concern was to avoid a sugar spike.
This new captivation, this magnified fixation,
The love savior, our separate emotional asphyxiation.
That innocence needs not be continually longed after,
Because for now we shall continue writing, until we reach our final chapter.

I can feel the shoreline fill my lungs.
Summer is on the tip of our tongues.
We'll dance towards the ocean without even knowing,
The gleam of the sun keeping our smiles still showing.
I can feel the grass caress me now.
It tells me of the rest it will allow.
The breeze sweeps me up and tells me tales
Of past respite its given us and our sails.

Hide me from myself in the endless forests.
Cleanse my mind in the gentle ocean.
Blow away my hesitation in the canyon's wind.
Grow my life's satisfaction in the bright green valley.
Make me whole in the unmarred fields.
Release these cold thoughts in the woeful glaciers.
Vent my uncertainties in the ominous swamps.
Idealize my peace in the waterfalls.
Present to me solitude in the tundra.
Simplify my existence in the plains.
Show me contemplation in the caves.
Show me truth in the sky.

Pretty in pink and deadly in dark,
Curves so clever and her heart's my mark.
Don't let me see your splitting beauty,
Let me keep your shining cruelty.
I'll take your hate, I'll take your pain,
As long as your existence is mine to gain.
The empty days are past,
With the winter slowly snowing last,
Spring is running fast,
With the soulful days of life full mast.
And now, finally absorb my soul.

Let the dark doubt that is dear to me be driven downward.
Melt my clouds of sadness, illuminate my feet to the right path.
Where do I walk?
Among mortals, among the blind, among the living, and among the dead, through the vale of unbroken promises, and away from the mountain of shattered dreams.
Mirrors draw the portrait of morningstar heat, of the shrouded past break through the mist to fill in the apparition of what is seen.

Where am I going, what do I seek?
Do I truly inherit it all if I'm meek?
And if I inherit all this, the earth,
Do I stay the same or encounter rebirth?
Am I meek if I'm gullible and get pushed around,
Or am I meek if I rise up and stand my ground?
I want to open eyes, to show others a way,
To let them truly see their lives surpass day to day.

You've always been like a sunrise.
Its always morning in your eyes,
Your beauty dawns on me every time
I see you. But the sunrise could never be this beautiful.
We can creep off through these trees
To our secret forest retreat.
Go ahead, show you feel free,
Don't be sorry. Know our love is crossed and starry.
No signs of our kind out this far,
No jobs, no time, no fame to scar.
Can we stay here forever? Our love is bizarre
Enough to stay in this spot. How we'll love to be forgot.

I try to find what I crave
And soon I see its her.
From myself I need to be saved
To not let this pass in a blur.
This ocean holds the key without contempt,
This grave revives amidst a wake
Of thistles unbound and patterns unkempt,
If only to grasp for heaven's sake.
The seekers find their mystery
In a poetry unopposed,
The voiceless hide their misery
In a sultry book of prose.

Let the quivering grass that I so fervently **** and destroy be my comfort in my time of peace and solitude.
Let the God I so fervently abandon and disregard be held in my memories as I fortress I turned to in my youth in my time of need.
Let the animal that loves me despite the tongue of their brethren be shown appreciation by my hand.
And yet, let that same animal that protects me from their brethren be struck down by the hands of my supposed brethren.
What am I, and where do I belong?
I am a part of a plague, and I do not belong here.

Slice the silk sky,
Could these flocks still fluently fly?
And yet they're doomed to die
From our own fluorescent sighs.
Still by and by,
We all create our own cause to cry,
Slivers of silver sadness
Fleeting for flavors of fellowed madness.
Do deities determine our days,
Or is freedom figured to fade?
It seems sorrow is truly made
From our feathers clipped in haze,
Where wisdom weeps in worry,
And bygones are bled out in a hurry.
Love the light in my dark midst,
Heed this heart with a last kiss.
Forever can forever be
The lit signal to guide to me.
Down comes the rain of love divine,
Sweet to the touch, with a sour smell of pine.
Sigh.
Let your bones quiver with the wind.

Oh how I stand for what I believe,
Oh how I falter to my knees.
Only these still timeless trees
Understand what it means to see.
Oh how we amble through the forests
With our high hopes and our torches.
These whispers and these forces
Through this grapevine could outsource us.
I have seen the magnified soul
and I no longer need to be whole.
But will I love forever more?
Or will the torch burn out before
My simple supposed perfections
Recollect their misconception.
They'll take back what was theirs,
and trade their souls for prayers.
How minds shift past what shows innate fear
And strive to be safe from retrospective tears.

Battered brains, diseased gums,
Loaded veins, twisted tongues.
What a life, we'll take the plunge.

I'm a youth for a steal
In a euphoric feel.
I'm a chameleon of night
Under a stark heel of light.
Bear my blade of ecstasy
Now swiftly put a hex on me,
As these weak lucid seams
Rip for crude cupid dreams.
I'm a contemplative neural native,
I cant shake it, can you fake it?
Break it.

Our questions could tear apart forests,
Our answers would scare these artists,
This love contends the moon,
Howling like wolves of syllables strewn,
To ask that is to rival men,
To say that questions mother's amen,
Sing to me as if there's no end,
Show me you're my lone godsend.
Can these birds fly our homes to paradise?
Will these currents carry me, for a price?
To the days of easy belief,
Of simple life and careful relief.
How I long to drift to sleep,
How long I have been knee deep
In dreams worthy of ethereal escape,
Of efflorescent evanescence and similar shape.
Of sly phantoms and edible stars,
Of broken bones and hidden scars.
You can't stoke the thunder that burns in her fading heart,
But only tend the flame that dims while apart.