As many are the birds
Filling the air of spring.
children
Labeled broken

Wolves silently seeking
The perfect pact
As one they relish over
A ****** feast mom

As the dust begins to settle;
And night,
Falls.

As your green becomes your gray;
Your rooms,
Halls.

As your flame begins to flicker;
Helpless,
You crawl..

As your beginning becomes your end;
You search,
Recall...

Although we are distanced,
By voided space and standing of still time;

Only recreations of our conversations,
As mortality was left behind.

Most impacted are the occasions, we celebrate though you are not here.

Christmas's, Birthdays
And anniversaries unfold.

While the children of your children,
Through their mourning still grow;
Just as the human history, has most often foretold.

Although we are distanced,
Beyond touch and beyond sound;

Beyond the rays of light and the darkness that vales.
As to this world,
I am still bound...

Know, that I still grieve and my regrets remain real
Know also, there is nothing, of which I wouldn't give,
The remainder of my existence, had it meant that you would still live.

As you're Swimming through the clouds, of your self induced nirvana;
Bewildered are all eyes, agaze this new persona.

Twinkling in this twilight, far different from your baron sky;
Invincible from life's tragedy's,
Unscatheble as you fly...

A realm with colorful horizons,
far different than the colors you dream..
Summoning all your wishes,
From all the genies,
You've seen
Refusing to land, afraid to wake;
In search of a new light,
In search of...
A new tomorrow,,
You're unable to break.
In search of...

Vision blurred,
Eyes stinging from the sweat;
The opening of a closed door,
A burning building you'll not forget.

The heat begins it's run,
A sensation you can't ignore;
A grease fire out of control,
Melting butter in the sun..
As you find yourself once again,
where at once you were before..

Blisters on your soul,
as if from, the sun's direct heat.
Self esteem Like broken glass,
Beneath your bare two feet;

Stone faced, chiseled in concrete;
an ancient Roman sculpture,
As you taste the bittersweet..

Bells begin to toll,
As you settle on one knee;
Like waves of rushing water,
Unable to hear,
Unable to see...

Hours in just seconds,
becoming lost among the trees;
A winter without cold,
Changing many colors;
A hot summer breeze...
Sifting through the ashes,
From a life of burnt debris...

Climbing,
As you hang from loosened rock;
Regaining both your feet,
Though dare,
Do you try walk;
Dare,
Do you try speak..
Words barely mumbles
Try again, repeat;
Your mumbles come out slurred.
Symbolic are the few remains,
Still shackled to the beast,
That will never show refrain.

Living a life as if poison,
As its Flowing through an only vein.
Succumbing to the relief,
That circumvents your brain..

I search through this darkness,
     for just a flicker of light;
Something to help guide me,
   through this unknown, without fright...

For just one millionth of a second,
  of her arms around me;
A sacrifice well worth all this pain that I leave...

A comfort so familiar, as I revel in this peace;
  A feeling of pure happy,
       As she is here with me...

She may be disappointed,
in the action's that I have taken;
   However unforseen;
Yet she show's only a smile,
     as she reaches towards me...

Although darkness surrounds me,
     Above and Below;
   I can feel her arm's embrace me,
with a strong grandmother hello..

I can feel her beating heart,
as it presses into mine;
         This is where I belong,
I've known it all the time.

I feel that if my face is smiling,
   as if it were to never leave;
  As the love coming from her eyes,
leaves me content and at peace;
   As so gently, without fear;
      I Fade into sleep...

Dear Mother, can you hear me?,
Dear Mother, can you see?
This disgraceful, embarrassment,
that you have ill concieved...

This troubled soul inside me,
  that lyes within my heart;
Has now become more burdened,
  than at first it was to start...

Dear Mother, can you hear me?
   Dear Mother, why me?
Crucial moments, in life's vicious path.
  more than one marriage,
  with no hope to last..

      Common opposition,
opinions made to thee;
Would it have been immoral,
     had you just disposed of me...

  Dear Mother, can you hear me/
      Dear Mother,  Please!!
Dear Mother, can you help me?
       Dear Mother,
                Why me???

A lifeless cloud, aloft invisible air;
     Blows Eastward,
a destination fate had prepared.
    Renewed,
is a bludgeouned heart,
no longer fueld by loneliness and despair...

The demise of a mountainous boulder,
crashing downward with it's mighty weight;
             Crushing ageless fossils,
broken from a lifetime of decay.
       Renewed, is a love,
Worthy of replacing, all the years of self hate.
The hardened soil lying beneath,
    has now become darkened clouds,
      of. roaring, crushing debris;
A lifelike sustanance, as it's path now creates;
   A Renewed desire to live,
            as it buries a lifetime,
       of turmoil and grief...

replacing so much agony ,
    with a Renewed,
    sense of relief...

        A lifeless cloud,
now filled with the goodness of rain;
While the burden of weight from life's Boulders,
    are replaced with fields of golden grain...

Rising from the ruins, of the hardened soil of a soul;
There lies a clearer path to travel,
covered in a beautiful crystal sand.
          Renewed, is a life;
Now replacing the death,
    I had once planned...