I saw a star fall from the sky tonight.
It made me think about the beginning and end of life,
And everything inbetween.
This is known as 'living'; a tedious form of biology
Beautiful, evidently, in its own way
And a conundrum drowning every mind on the planet.
So ceaselessly devoted to understanding, are we
That most of our time 'living' is spent on this process,
As if our purpose and place is to find our purpose and place.
We exist as the ultimate dramatic irony,
Our spectators laughing as we sit perplexed
Only to be snatched before a conclusion is reached.

As the star fell, its tail faded
Catching up to its head in the process before disappearing into nothingness.
Is this what will happen to us?
Are our thoughts, feelings, desires, temptations, urges, wonderments, emotions, character and self
Really so easily snuffed?
Do we just disappear?
In the scale of things, do we really matter?
No; I am comforted by the thought that the star lives on
Free to travel the universe and impact on beings,
Be it beyond our level of reasoning.
And even if it no longer can be viewed, no longer implore others to its self,
I know it hit upon me in a manner I will never forget:
It has changed my own course just as gravity changed his,
Through myself and anyone that saw it, it will live on.
It will continue to be.
It will continue to exist.

I might not know the latest technology.
Or the latest terms of the day.
I know one.
I know love.

I might never adjust to the ways of the world.
Because some feels intimidated by peers.
And join because of fear.

I know love.
The strongest force on earth between us.
You can take the haters of the world,
and find them being because of the supporters of love.

It's the strongest of forces between love.

I might not find many to join together for peace.
But those that do will accomplish so much more.
Cause they know love.
And the wonderments of it purpose.

I know love.
Can make a change.
I know love.
Can defeat the fools.
I know love.
Is, what everybody's needs.

I know love.
Simply is life's greatest thing next to living.

I was frightened.
Cold in bone, broken into frigidness,
Oh life how've you've hit me with a car,
And no ambulance came.
They need one for the heart,
Cause I'm trying hard not to step on the shattered glass,
And the winds of time are shaking me and I cannot break out of this twisted cage I've been thrown into.
Emotions come tumbling down like an avalanche.
A pile of rocks, tumbling on top of my head, and I ache into submission.
For what can one do when stepped on like a bug.
Their guts are spewing out from the sides, there done.
And I like that very bug I have been squashed upon.
Dreams and aspirations,
Thoughts and wonderments have been so ripped into and stolen.
I am hollow like a tree in winter, I shed my leaves,
I stand with nothing in my hands to hold,
Torn of my hair, Losing my heart, every atom inside of me screaming. The very mitochondria of my little tiny cells are slowing down. Losing any ambition to continue.
And I stand silent waiting spring comes soon.

Paper skiffs amongst purple cliffs, an eye and I between
Floating along with hummingbirds, sea of green under me
And I behold such wonderments that stand so wondrously
The world in the hands of a painter, a painting so awe inspiring

Floating as the flowers pass and shine immortal hues
An eye of mine so filled with joys, colors spilling into view
A world of gold, in whole, a world of both the old and new
All these things from a paper skiff, purple cliffs, and skies of blue

I keep having this reoccurring dream.

I wake up, it is daylight, but I am under white sheets. Because I am on my side, I role over, and these beautiful big blue eyes are looking down at me.

There's a smile covered with whiskers, and blond ***** hair surrounding his face.

The imperfect teeth say something I cannot quite make out, and then his callused hands reach around my naked body pulling me closer to him. He is sweaty, but smells of rain and mint.

The sun shines through the shades, brightening up the blond hair on his chest, and icing out his baby blue eyes. I am speechless. He smirks.

His hand pulls my mouth up to his. I shyly pull away, and roll to my back. He rolls on top.

The clouds are barely parting outside the window. He looks down at me, his golden hair draping over his face while he rests his weight on the hands that he's place on both sides of me.

He calls me beautiful. I blush. He leans down slowly, and intensely kisses me.

I lift my hands to run through his beautiful hair, as he pulls away, continuing with a trail of small pecks along my sternum.

He stops at my *******, traces them. Traces every inch of my body, touching the scars and the imperfections. He stops when he reaches my wrist. He runs his rough fingers over my tender skin. He does this for a few minutes.

I let him.

Slowly, he returns the gaze back to mine, and those icy wonderments melt my heart. I can see tears fighting their way out, but he would never let me see them. He does his best to show the emotion he is feeling through them.

I took away, too afraid of what connection we might find.

He puts his head down, cupping my sides with his overly large hands. He kisses my stomach, and then quickly pulls me to his head level.

He tells me he loves me. His voice sounds like angels.

I say I know.

His rest his head on my chest, while I tangle my fingers with his soft hair. His whiskers tickle, but I love it.

We stay like this for a while. I know this because I watched the sunlight change through the shades on the window.

Finally, he looks up at me again. Our eyes lock. It seems as if time as stopped and the world has stopped moving. It is as if we pulled away, we both realize that this moment would be gone. This one innocent and beautiful moment, it all would vanish.

He leans down, and kisses me so intimately.  

We make love, and right as we are about to ******,

I wake up.

The dream is over.

And I am alone.

Across the room
Eyes meet
Lips coyly smile
Hearts palpitate

A need for answers
A need to know
Who is that?
They gravitate

Greetings exchanged
Wonderments won’t cease
Grasping hands to meet
Her cheeks radiate

He sees her blush
His name he speaks
She softly reveals hers
Ahh to communicate

Her scent is wild
His own is fierce
They’re closing in
Moves to contemplate

This is the beginning
For there is no written end
Leave it to your imagination
Of what becomes their fate