When the vicious breath of light
           devours the twilight
its screams into the eroding
                       collapse of its beauty.

The luminosity never shows you,
            never sinks you into it breath..
we only gaze at its refection's.

But when the candle fades and the
             wax becomes grim,
      then the pillow once again suffocates.

Within the place of onyx moments,
             beauty envelopes everything.
And above what was veiled shimmers
       beyond our comprehension and we gaze...

Silhouettes of memory
fade from view,

                  I'm a blank vessel.

Glowing in the shadows
Blinded from the light

How can a left handed ******* son
Ever make it right?

Searching for perfection
And hiding when it comes..

Searching for the reasons
These shadows chose to come

Staring at relections
And glaring retrospect

Looking towards the future
Trying to forget

I guess its not important
And nor is it real

The thoughts of my predictions
And the confirmations i would feel

Connection is not made by drawing hard lines in the sand
We can only draw off of the blurred relections that bounce the water's surface
And we suppose the cause
We guess
We estimate the source that is reflected
Based on our own reflection
It's true, I have never walked in your shoes
But don't exasperate all ignorance to believe for a single iota of time you have walked in mine
So, where do we go from here?
At what point across the increased expanse can we build a bridge?
Believe it will be worth the effort
All good in history has started this way