As look outside this fogged window, the rain drops insynctly falling to the beat of my heart

A smile, silent as a midwinter's night illuminates my face, a glowing reflection of a being that has tasted heaven, drunk from the nectar of the gods, tasted victory tenfold

A man that has found he's breath in this choking world....

A man In love.

this feeling that thrives
neither dead nor alive
is not something
to be taken lightly,

a cardinal sin
with no near end
begins, and there is
mostly
ruin left

for you and yours.
this feeling is different,
mostly if you let it,
like scraping down
the side of an
aluminum can

that's skyrocketing
towards some other
dimensional

depth, neither
approachable
nor
within the realm
of touch.

You were my crypt kepper,
      Always standing over
                  My lonely heart.


I passed, but you were the one.



            The only chime in the bell,



That beat every time you were near.


     But I was always a murmer,
That you could hear.

            And even though I was


Lost too early.

   You were travelling my path,
           an echo to what I was following


                   Which was you.