Nightfall slowly fades away
    The sun rise takes its place
Clouds of smoke float
             through the air
And the glare from the tv reflects it
      in perfect patterns of white and gray
The sight of the light sends shocks
            through the unrested body
The mind slowly escapes through a dream
         of the sun
written with poetry

There's more to you than meets the eye
Like the chapters
                    of my life
   I can't stop reading you
          And I can't wait to see
                   what happens next
The future always at the front of my mind
        But as I look behind me
With the past steadily
           trying to catch me
I realize I'll never escape the memories
           Like the first part to a trilogy
   All that matters is the ending
         And my book ends with
               you
                 and
                    *me

Pinks, purples and blues;
A bubblegum daydream;

Warm breeze wrapping around;
A gentle hug for a slow beating heart.

Incandescence a faint memory,
A gentle hum in place.

The smell of freshly new ironed clothes.
The inhale of perfume; enveloping and a long exhale escapes lips.

The sweet sound of birdsong and the calm that nature brings is easily rivalled by you darling,

I am home.

Dawn Breaks,
Realisation beckons.

An unhealthy dependence on stability,
In an ever changing world.

Life moves with the linear construct of time,
As only it can.

Love falters when the foundations crack; It cannot protect you.

Passion is unsustainable and will not last,
The reminiscence of hot passion lost will not keep you warm.

You will never reach a constant happiness,
There will always be a balance.

Things that you know will be, won't always be.

Happiness will happen randomly; sadness will happen randomly; hopefulness will happen randomly; hopelessness will happen randomly.

In life we are always lost and when we think we are found;
we start to question who we are; what we are.

Because we will always believe there is better,
Because we are certain of it.

This intangible idea motivates us,
Even though we know we can never be certain of anything.

Are we able to cope with the change and the the uncertainty of it all?

Is the balance worth the constant consciousness?

Yes, because the human experience is precious to us.

Others experiences are precious to us and their experience tangled messily with our own; no certainty of when their part in your narrative will end.

We grip to our seats and live vicariously through their narrative and put ours on hold; or even merge the narrative so much it becomes one.

The pursuit of happiness can be fickle.

But the endeavour is never ending and worth every fibre of our being.

An influx of dreams
Relief when I awaken
The almost nightmares

Einstein's Relativity tells us that time slows at fast speeds,
So much so that it stops when travelling at the speed of light.
As you look up at the stars tonight think of this:
The photons that travel across the universe to your retina,
Are created in the depths of a star and destroyed within your eye,
In the same instance.