If I could live forever I would:

provide more wisely for
my loves
my desires
my dreams
my children
and theirs
and theirs

If I could live forever I would:

become learned in
art
music
philosophy
dance
science
medicine
nature
belief

If I could live forever I would:

write the story of my life
in chapter and verse
to be sung
to be spoken
to become legend
to be the root of conflict
to be comfort to the lost

If I could live forever I would:

see Man's greatest works
see Man's darkest deeds
see great nations rise and fall
see the ebb and flow of Gaia's works;
see oceans rise, mountains fall

If I could live forever I would:

be omnipresent
for I would be a memory
for I would be a hint of recollection
in all those lives I touch.

If I could live forever I would:

seek out how many ways I could die
and try them all
again, and again, and again.

and floating feels like an understatement now, as water levels drop instead of rise and the clouds are closer than ever. i spend every night wishing on stars that soon we will be standing on those clouds, the moon our next stop. i guess you never really anticipate the heaviness that can be presented to you so suddenly and i am floating on rain clouds back down to earth. somewhere on my journey down a familiar light stops me like an old friend and i stay, hovering above the lake i so often wished to be apart of. the darkness that surrounds me chuckles in time with the pounding in my chest, the kind of alarm that rings only at 3am. those dreams of thunderstorms have overstayed their welcome and i am the one doing the evicting this time.

but this is not the end. suspended by newly sewn strings i see a countdown forming above the glowing city, a reminder that nothing has ever stopped us before. we conquered the funeral and flowers grow from my fading graves. we've climbed hills that feel like
mountains to sit on the moon. we are still roughly 581 days away from the beginning and i have come to accept that maybe the stars were never spelling out "closed" but rather "not open yet". the grey mass that fills the air is the last curtain before the grand opening.

and that glowing city is as clear as ever and for the first time ever the end credits are rolling backwards.

Love is merely a word which
cannot describe how I feel about you.
For the loveliest of verses cannot
make me smile the way you do.
Because you, my dear, deserve far
much more than those four
letters which are the
understatement of love.

Love is but a summary; a
generalization of romance, and
you, my dear, deserve far much more.

I promise you love
to the power of a million horse drawn
chariots on a midsummers day.
I promise you love
of the plentitude of all the acorns
gathered by the squirrels for winter.
I promise you the love
of the first song sung by the doves in spring.

You are the beauty of the first snowfall,
and the relief of the last.
You are the thaw, the buds on the trees.
You are the first golden leaf.
The sun may not shine as bright as your eyes;
the moon may never again light my night.
You are the soil in which I plant my roses,
you are the ground on which I plant my feet.

Place your hand in mine,
let me walk with you.
Together facing all this
life has to offer.

Let me share the joys that bring
a smile to your sweet lips.
For just the thought of your happiness,
brings a smile to mine.

Let me hold you.. protect you
from the shadows that haunt you.
In my arms.. find rest,
in my embrace.. your peace.

Share with me.. everything,
the wants.. the needs,
the longings of your heart.
Join them with mine,
together.. fulfillment.

Unite with me,
the desires that burn in your soul.
Ignite my spirit,
so that two may be one,
ablaze in an inferno of passion.

Place your hand in mine,
i promise.. i will never let go,
through it all.. i will be there,
to love you forever.

I don’t know when it happened,
Or why,
But slowly over time,
I stopped loving you.
Not by choice.
Not by command.
But my heart stopped racing,
And the butterflies died,
And the sparks fizzled out.
I don’t know why it happened.
Why you stopped lighting up my world,
Or why a once comfortable silence suddenly became awkward.
I don’t know when it happened.
But I’m sorry.
I don’t love you.