I was sure I would die today
that my heart finally stopped
collapsing in pain
feeling a pop
I was sure
the worst part
I felt nothing
maybe a little fear
just a little
aside from raw fear though
no thoughts crossed my minds
except
*this is it

Did you really have to go...

could you not have tarried longer.

Made your
excuses to the stars
and moon
to lie gently mere moments more
within my arms

does sleep hold such tender dreams
as to rival the tenderness
I give
when er' I hold you...

can the gentle touch
of you pillow
ever truely replace the lightness
of my lips
caressing your cheek.

Would that I could be the very essence
of your nights
replacing
the cool tranquil breeze
with warmth of breath upon your back

and that the breaking of dawn
could be subdued
by my smile
welcoming you back

although in truth
you would never have left me

for I am...

borne upon your lips
in prayer
and
worn always upon your skin
as scent most innocent

for this is not the mere wanton craving
of your body
close to mine

this is the voice of love
of reason
that sings so gently the lullabies
to ease thy doubtful mind

so if you must leave
then take me with you always

in one final

goodnight

kiss.

Long ago her well ran dry
too many have tasted the still waters
slowly becoming stagnant, coming to a standstill
she traces her fingertips along the outlines of her dry Earth
wondering which was the drink that brought the drought
she cast her eyes wistfully to the vast ocean
she feels so thirsty but one cannot thrive on saltwater
thus she stands high above, crying to the violent seas
the only water to swallow tears
dehydrated

A shadow lives inside my heart
A place where nothing's real
Where echoes reign with endless pain
A place I used to feel

Where everything I love, I break
Sooner or later is found
A hollow shell that feels like hell
But never makes a sound

And endless trail of a broken past
With tiny drops of pain
Where it always seems my hopes and dreams
Are almost daily slain

Twisted excuses litter my path
No matter where I go
A love that's bruised and been misused
Always seems to show

I'm sorry never seems enough
To cover each mistake
The things I touch , I love too much
Somehow always break

Can the spider play a tune,? no but she builds a lovely harp.
Oh the  strings how they do quiver.

A dirge played by the sinner,
The Reckless dinner.

Now trapped .
Now caught,
all for naught.

Neither judged by twelve
nor carried by six.  Soon.

The refrain comes almost imperceptible.
Arachnid eyes with wide angle lenses.

No malice or feeling .
Nurse ratchet with a ten gauge needle.
"Your cocoon sir."