tides change, a perceivable measure from my skewed vision anyways. soft shudders, wings from birds of flight- there is something in the air tonight. the earth trembles beneath me, the sky rises above- something in the moon my dear entrances me in love.
             there is no wind upon my legs, or my arms, across my face. there is no breeze to catch my hair, no cold sparks or humid drench in the air. So, I start on my summer-side way, the paths we used to take- while we were too young to understand the beauty of just being able to walk for a day. in the fields we'd run, the trees we'd climb, in the grass where we spun, and we spun;
                            until mum called us home for supper-time.
            my love? when did we decide to grow up?
for now, we are left enjoying the moments in the past, we were too busy looking into the future, to enjoy what we had.


                                                                   *but I suppose, we always are..

This place is haunted,
whatever lives here will ne-
ver rest. All our dreams
fall down a wishing
well to the place that does not
sleep. I am long dead,
a floating, empty vessel.
I am not alone.
I will never wake nor close
my red eyes because
my friends and I stay
here, always, forever in
the house that never
                                                                                                                      rests.

Witches, ghosts, and dark
Asylums left with empty
Conclusions. Death and
Rebirth bring about
New horizons. Skylines stained
With blood and cobwebs.
I'll adorn my best
Black gown and windex my tomb-
Stone. I shall leave this
Haunted, tormented place and
Seek love from the dead.

I develop a
serious ******* headache
thinking about you.
I'm absolutely
empty. My petals are gone.
I doubt they'll return.

If you sing and play
Your golden harp, I'll strum at
My shaking heart strings.
Use your turquoise bow
And your amethyst arrows
To strike my hurt heart.
Shower us both in
A wispy smoke of sage and
Deep, rich lavender.
We can sit and laugh
While we count the crystals in
Our eyes together.
Just use the painted
Melody in my coloured
And growing spirit.
Let us nest upon
The clouds and soak in the sun
Through the long, warm days.
We can dance on the
Falling stars and the comets
When the moon arrives.
Please, continue to
Sing your dreamy songs; I will
Always listen for your
                                                         Harp.

You are far, far a-
Way from me. You dance on the
Sun and sing melo-
Dies within the stars.
I fall asleep to your con-
Stant songs about love.

Your small, fragile,
Broken face will be carved in
My mind forever.