At terminal velocity you notice you have no parachute
Or wings to help avoid the ground
The pain you fear is not the growing sidewalk
But the boy who never left the ground

Close my eyes
sleeping
lost amid
drifting  sand
I see a hand
can't understand
time softly
whispering in silence
from the far side of the moon
a gated tunnel
beckoning
I am haunted,
I am wanted
a ghostly shadow
peering in,
glowing skin
so I,
dream of you

I dream of you

I dream of you
.... again.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Lyrically I'm a poet
Like a romantic,
I'm hopeless,
Getting lost in the days,
I get lost in your gaze,
Inspired by true passion,
A kiss,
To see what happens...
With every action,
There is reaction,
No denying,
The attraction...
Endearing words of affection,
Fall just short of perfection,
Once night falls,
Sleep begins to call,
Sweet dreams are wished,
I see them...
Your sweet lips,
Then your eyes,
As if forever searching,
Finally find each other,
Bursting with emotion,
Now go back,
Read it again,
So my story of  you,
Will never end.

The warmth.
It escapes your body.
Your limbs grow weaker.
It gets harder to breathe.
The wound won't stop bleeding.

In my hand I hold yours.
Next to you lies a knife.
Your hands get colder.
Your eyes going blank.
Your heart can't keep up.

Stop... Stop...
It ceases to beat.
No more do you breathe.
You can't see.
You can't feel.

Gone. I rest.
Grab my knife and your corpse.
Tidy up the crime scene.
Leave no trace behind.
Rest in peace, my love.