I was crying for his soul in
the late-night rain, the
click-clacking and thumping
sounds beating inside
my heart, pounding on top of
the rooftop, taking me into
distant worlds far from
my existence.  

The winter trees were whirling
in the breeze and the leaves were
shifting sporadically in various
degrees, howling energies gone
astray, empty and sleep deprived,
as I stood by the glass window
staring outside at the fallen countryside.  

The moments before moments,
beginnings breaking down into
dysfunction, shadowed thoughts
sifting into inner realms, as
my mind lingered on the one
that I loved.

I wanted to help him along his
way, to be the guiding star
lighting up his life, give him
that rise and high flight that
would take him places beyond
his deepest dreams.  

But the more I tried to be by
his side, he pushed me away
into the horizon, further towards
blazing Mars.  And as I gazed
at the haunting skyline, forgotten
hues beneath unrhymed melodies,
I knew everything that I hoped for
was gone, lost into the lifeless seas