Moonbeams
Where is my beloved?
Whose eyes quenched my thirst.
Does she look upon you,
In the depths of this night
And yearn our next embrace.

Moonbeams
Whisper of my enduring love,
Of the emptiness that grips life
The colourless rainbows and tasteless feasts
Say that I think of her tonight.

Today
Dear reader
You are the most precious
Person in my life.
For this moment
I offer you my heart
Freely.
I hope for your dreams
and mourn your losses
I stand before you
With my sacred oath,
That for this fleeting moment
Unspoiled for eternity
My heart is in your palms
And you beat within my chest.
As the world mires  
In Greed and Ego,
Manipulation and Hate
Today
Dear Friend
For a moment,
We changed this World.

Never has death seemed
So fulfilling
In the emptiness of
My heart
That I contemplate
Suicide
As a gallery
To this hollowed existence

You came into my life
Like a Pandora's Box
I did not ask for
Your love or attention

And you invited me
To a world Unknown
Free and new
Without care

I was the rock
Ever solid and stable
Your were the butterfly
Who flickered by

I cracked the foundation
Beneath my feet
To float free
With you

But you flickered on
And I am now
A rock
In freefall

My love
Will not dwindle
Or dim
As the sun
Loses its heat
And the stars
Blot cold
I will
Always love you
Till the end
Of time
Such is
The curse of my heart
To be
Hopelessly
Aimlessly
In futility
Completely
In love
With you

You gazed upon me as a child,
I gazed back powerful and mighty.
Immovable and permanent.
Proudly I stared down raging blizzards,
Others submitted, I stood firm.

Look upon me now,
Cut away I stand,
Once towering, soon forgotten.

No shade I can offer,
Nor shelter I give,
I stand,
Splendour and Majesty lost.

Remember me!
I once ruled this landscape.
You stared at me in awe.
Fleeting is this world,
Existing in constant impermanence.

Without love
We are but shells
Ornate and empty
Grandiose chambers
Imitating life

Without love
Life is empty
Perfunctory
Routine
Enslavement

Without love
I would not be here
Holding my scarred heart
Feeling this pain
Rejoicing that I am
Truly Alive!

I have seen
death,
a hundred times.
But never
has it felt
more real.
Since our love
Died

Life is grey
Food is sawdust
Colours are ash
Since your love
Departed

Cursed is
the drumbeat that
is my heart.
It pounds the death knell
Of our love

What wound is this?
That a feather-stroke of
Your rejection cleaves
My chest apart
I fumble
As my blood gushes
Forward
Uncontainable
Tears of red

My heart
Struggles to beat
In my chest
It is weighted
By the sadness of
Your loss