We met sitting round the fire in the sky
the sand warmed from the Sun's touch.

We wondered about distant stars
and how this related to the beating of hearts.

Romance came upon us then
from out the depths of space.

The touch of fingers gentle as air
as the Moon rose in our eyes.

The Violins were playing as we met deep within the milky way
and at first sight of you my dear sister, I fell in love.
While all the believers in song, started to sing
We danced a waltz and Stripped The Willow, lovers hiding in plain sight.

Mountains cloaked in misty fog,
Far too invested in holding up the sky,
To crumble.

Light burns the frigid frost,
As the pale moon begins to fade.
Lonely is the moss that witnesses,
These vaulted measures of pain
Through suffering.

How many pebbles,
Make a mountain strong?
Or do the people ever realize,
Their propensity?

Failure is a game,
Each person will play
And despair is the summer grass
In which we lay.

For there is no retracting,
The violent light,
As hope burns screaming
Through a lonely night.

Twas the night before Christmas
Not unlike the rest
Just sitting here thinking
Quite lost and depressed.
Kaleidoscope ******
Of color and bliss
Resound all around me
But something's amiss.
Perhaps the bright light
That was burning inside
Has collapsed on itself
And silently died.
Perhaps now instead
Of a heart or a soul
I've only a sinister
Gaping black hole.