As I step slowly off the edge
My thoughts descend
To an endless field colored many shades of red
There’s a woman
Standing still
The sun-bathing her ocean-colored dress
She speaks with her eyes, but
I am deaf to her thoughts
Though I feel she hears mine
Her face, I cannot recognize
Yet her scent radiates
Of sunflowers and the freeing smell of pine
She motions forward
As our fingers interlace like vines
The sun sits stoic, its throne upon the sky
I am led on
Through places I remember as a child
This world seems manifested
Forgotten moments
Excavated from some locked door in the dungeons of my mind
As if the beating of my heart was painted
On a canvas frozen forever in this time
She glances over her exposed shoulder
Something stirs
As we approach a river that screams De-Nile
Anxiously I approach the banks
Her emerald eyes illuminate
The perfect crooked symmetry
Of her calming smile
Her lips hover just one step away from mine
But I move no closer
For I know hers is not a love
That I am ever meant to find
Just a passing dream
Written for the thousandth time

What do you see?
when you look at me,
is it the same as what you say?
Tell me what you saw,
that made you love me,
or not,
Tell me,
girl of my dreams,
maybe it was true after all

What do they see,
when they look at me,
I wish I could hear what they said,
I just know it's not the same as hers,
I hear no love in their voices,
love,
is the difference,
they are blinded by the evil,
but what is shrouded in mystery,
born from fear,
shall stay hidden,
I wish I knew what they saw,
It may be true after all.

i always adored the story
of peter pan and his lost boys,
yet the ending made me ache.
it's in the moment
where he tells his darling wendy
that he'll love her forever,
in the place between sleep and awake.
i know now that i wait for you there
with my heart in my hands
beating out your name,
wondering if the whole thing
had been nothing more
than a day dream.

death is a lover, asking for your hand in marriage.
run if you please, but escape is temporary
so won't you love, as the white flowers fall...
embrace death and the sweet hums of its call

Passion as it waves.
Tidal breaking in and out.
Day time and it's long night.
I dread the coming drought.

If I don't speak while in tow,
If fish don't bite,
If I don't sink below,
If I don't see the blight.

Maybe in the morning,
There'd be light,
Anyways.

we made eye contact today.

                                   The last time I held you was a year ago.

                                                                                               I don't know
                                                                                          how I feel about that.

TELL TH'M

Tell them all to spread love. For the best lover, giver isn't that who proffers out of surpluses, but those who gives from very little is. Be a love donor.
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