I lean towards the evening sun My body feels beloved and warm My arms hold tight the wind's embrace In leaves and blossoms I have raised When flowers dance to breeze's chime In golden dark and crimson shine And night creeps over land and sea As happiness and sunshine flee My petals leave this bloom of me And waltz to my last elegy.
W h o w o u l d h a v e t h o u g h t t h i s p a s t
How long one man's past would last It was on his mind On his mind he would clearly find his thoughts running the wrong way down the line
But he burned the bridges because his intuition said to ignite sins To watch them burn away to no return The painful beauty of a clear conscious he would someday learn
The fire of the rising sun that set the pace for a new day had blazed away the pain as he gave a gaze across the open plains that were his opportunities in disarray
Like wild game he set his sights on the biggest one with his loaded gun but the distance the bullet had to travel had become more elaborate as the landscape that was life began to unravel…
It's hard to say from where he stands...
Where exactly in the distance his bullet lands
Something he realized one night Is there's only one shot at life Which path is right Which path is wrong
These thoughts made his nights seem so long He hung his head
His patience didn’t pay He took too long to take a shot His opportunity had fled It got away
He tried to chase it but this opportunity wasn't so patient He wouldn't give up though He wouldn't face it He kept on searching He couldn't embrace it He suddenly lost the trail He doubled back Trying to retrace it But the dust had set in A storm was brewing The sun was setting The darkness was soon to set in He tried to get through the night It would be 3 years until he would see sunlight
Somewhere down that line He had lost sight Lost his might
All will to fight the darkness To live his life Just as he fell to the ground…
He raised his head and gave one final gaze across the darkened plains…
In the distance were two white eyes staring back so bright His opportunity approached as the man made his way to his knees It was a fearsome lion but it invoked no fright It helped raise him to his feet It gave him hope The sun began rising It rose to its peak
The lion with it’s golden mane guided him through the plains Through the desert Over each sandy ***** Through the mountains Over each of the ragged stones Through the swamps Through the thickest of groves Passed the marshes Through the thickest of fogs It led him through the unknown
It led him the whole way It had led him home He realized that lion Once his opportunities Was now his dreams He would never again be alone It led him through life Who would have known
Now this man is in his older age Now in this man's present days... He gives a gaze in the mirror He sees a lion with a golden mane
He smiled as it smiled back but something changed
He finally asked who the lion was…
I t s a i d t h e m a n's n a m e
In the end it seems That man from such a darkened past Is now living his dreams
I feel her on my skin Her eyes piercing my walls Her talons scratching my wrists Her lips caressing my neck Her arm is wrapped around me Her hair strangles me Her fangs dig into my soul Her desire engulfing me Her urges rising inside me I am hulled in her sweet bliss Her scent fills my nostrils As I ******* blood And embrace the void I created.
Warm waters ripple underneath my feet, Mist softly caresses my surroundings like a fuzzy blanket, Nothing but a warm wrap on a deathbed. I'm flying. The sea beneath my feet freezes as I descend upon it. A catwalk to my judging headsman. I refuse to walk. I fly. Without destination. Without meaning. Until you touched my hand and I turned around.
