Some songs do not truly end,
they only change with time.
It seems are song follows this trend,
and I am forced to revert to rhyme.
The broken dance of silent dreams
was meant to be the close.
But there's a remix of our song it seems,
and I'm forced to think with prose.
Do you remember what I set out to do,
a year from this very day?
It seems my words of passion were true
and the dance is having its way.
There is a twist to our broken song,
and it has lead me straight back to you.
and now this is a place we both truly belong,
but I am hampered on what to do.
Ad Finem,
It rose tonight with no warning and came,
and over and over it spoke your name.
It's neck was red where my hands beheld it,
and scorched my brow with its scorching breath.
I thought it was dead, but with no warning
It told me a love like this can know no death.
It was enough to wake me at the hour of three,
and to frazzle my sense of verse.
And it won't let me stop thinking of you and me,
and the eternal circle curse.
My thoughts shall not turn to action,
they will not interfere.
For the negative reaction,
means no more than means a tear.
I must think to a hundred years from now dear heart,
when the grief will be o'er.
I must accept the absence of the kiss through the rose leaf rain,
and mask this dreadful secret pain.
I now know that it knows no death,
and so for that I will save my breath.
It's something that goes beyond the laws of verse and rhyme,
It is something withstanding the test of time.
The structured chaos of our sinking house of dreams
is where this all must stay.
For I just want to see you happy it seems,
and I could not stand to push you away.
I would love to put away our past,
and start something fresh anew.
For a friendship is something that can last,
and I would like to have that with you.
I love when we are together,
but I can't help how I feel.
I shall mask it altogether,
despite it being real.
I just do not understand my heart,
Though I know it true.
We had such a brief start,
yet it has lasted through.
I have never been like this,
my lingering feelings make no sense.
Something about our kiss
made this all intense.
So for now I will sit here thinking
of the meaning of this poem.
Why I was awakened to write this,
and why to you I roam.
So number six of this story,
of how a broken man gleams,
searching for our glory,
sinking in our house of dreams.