On a eerie and still night.
He stares up in the star lit sky.
With his star gazed eyes.
Hoping and wishing they will come this night.
A twinkle in the sky.
A cool blue breeze.
A stream of neon green dominates the star lit sky.
An array of colors bombard the earth.
Ambient sounds organizing and sorting colors.
His eyes expanding, joy and happiness found within.
They are here.
The colors swirl around him.
A make shift colored hand reaches out to him.
He reaches with his own.
A cloud of colors lift him to the star lit sky.

The spirit free in the air.
The body buried in the earth.
The mind still linking both.
As his lifeless body makes its last act.
Smile.

What more can be surreal;
To live among the clouds
Or to be as free as birds.
Unbounded to this earth,
would be the sweetest of dreams.

From a crawl to a walk
From a walk to a jog
From a jog to a sprint
From a sprint to flight

Cascading to the earth
as a mere option.
The sky is were we dwell.
The clouds our homes.

His eyes slowly opens,
from what he thought
was a long wanted dream.
A wet feeling swept his hand.
Hoping the last picture was,
not soaked in his tears.
The picture was;
Not wet
Nor a picture.
But a bright crimson rose.
The last of his lover, gone.
Confused
Angry
frustrated
He began to tear at the petals,
hoping to bring to it the same loneliness he felt.

Weeping
Wishing
Missing
His soul mate gone from his arms.
Gone to another life.
His heart aching and hurting,
as if struck by a dagger.
Or has cupid removed the arrow which
lead him to his one time lover?

Growing ill of this loneliness.
His hand holds the last picture of her.
Even that was fading fast,
as if a curse was casted.
For when she dies,
all of her must disappear from sight.

The question of sorrow spawns in his mind.
"Why couldn't I have taken her place?"
One being heard his question of sorrow,
as if waiting for eternity.
Lady Death springs forth from the voids to bid his request.

There before him, his soul mate stands.
Gravity pulls him close to his love.
"Kiss me and forever together we may live",
as if a spell swept over him.
He kissed Lady Death.

Unsheathe the darkness from your eyes.
Begin the endless search.
Take in the pleasures you adore.
Explore into your mind.
Submerge with your thoughts and dreams.
Rampage through the nightmares and fears.
Catapult your way through the endless voids.
Remove the walls of the abyss.
Redeem your soul from which you sacrificed it to.
Watch in full force, your life.

How can a time call The Present exist?
When Time is never at a still moment.
One could say;
"This very moment is The Present"
Even though as the words pass their lips,
the words have been dragged
back to The Past.
Is The Future not merely one second away?
Perhaps, The Present is a conjunction of the two.
Perhaps, its to describe our current situation or whereabouts
Perhaps, The Present is a lie.
Until proven wrong, by some radical scientist.
The last of the three is my belief.

A mother’s struggle to put
food on the table.
To rebuild a broken past.
Lending a helping hand to people in need.
A woman fulfilling her dream
on broadway or in a music video.
Three nieces never having to struggle.
A person marrying the one they love in Greece.
Helping a friend who cannot be heard.
A family proud of the achievements.
A mother that doesn’t live in sorrow.
A father who will regret his actions.
Helping with pen, paper, and a creative mind.
The music that encompasses the world.
Knowledge of knowing the ending will be fine.
The message of an angel.

Illusions of a dream.
The essence of many.
The madness in a scream.
Struggle of any to bare plenty.
The driving factors in one’s life.
What inspires you?