Summer is gone and winter has set it, along with the frigid breeze. The air crisp and clear, making it easier to think. The gusts of air strike my face like pins and needles. As I walk the leaves fold and crumble under my feet leaving small traces of where I have set foot. The sun covered by white clouds magnifying the brightness and intensity of the light. The light, as I look at its reflection in the left over snow, seems to pierce my eyes directly to the corneas. The snow slowly melting from the storm, leaves small gusts of cool breeze my my ankles that leave me cool and refreshed.

Looking for her daughter
the mother actually caught her.
Where the darkness is built
in the arms of the underworld.

you,my love my Goddess my queen
my want for you is not lust,nor crude,nor obscene.
It is an infinite yearning
of which my infatuation feeds.

Mine,my love,I wish for us to forever be
every Goddess measures to your beauty.
When they cry and yell,they scream out in jealousy
thus I open the ground for none other than she

plucked like the flowers you pull from the greens
my only contest is your mothers pleas.

The mysterious stranger rode into town with nonchalant style,
And entered the saloon for a drink and to stay a short while.
Our Hero wandered over and gave a quick glance,
And thought to himself, "this fools got no chance."
But he quickly realized he was the fool as he looked the man in his eyes,
He saw no fear, no angst. The man was Death in disguise.
For this man's lost everything, he truly had nothin',
This was our Hero's most dangerous test, so he'd better not be bluffin'.
Without another sound, not a whisper nor a word,
The two men swaggered off to the towns gathering courtyard.
For what seemed like an eternity, they stared each other down,
Not sure who's peacemaker would deliver the final round.
Then as quick as flash, the two men finally drew,
And from each piece's barrel, smoke and fire blew.
With cold fingers wrapped around cold steel,
There was no other single feeling to that of death that could ever feel so real.
When the haze cleared, our hero grinned, but then fell to the ground,
The young man's life ebbed away with one last fleeting sound.
The Mysterious stranger, with a subtle laugh, eyed his bloodstained cuff,
And said, "well kid i knew you'd give me a run, but you just weren't quick enough."
Soon the crowd could tell who had found there little town,
This man was a legend, but when it came to calm life, there wasn't one to be found.
He's said to have taken at least 50 rounds, all ripped through his chest,
But no one could ever lay him out, he was unfortunately the best.
Day by day, his life went on, but to him this was no life,
For every day he'd **** to live, to survive another hopeless strife.
The Legend rode away, but the despair he left still lingers,
This is his reality, the tragedy of the gunslinger.

birth and death ... dichotomy of existence
alone to experience, never to share
yearning to fill that void in between
moments, hours, days, years
wanting a connection that no one has seen
eternally hopeful for one more dance