a million and
one husks
swirl in the dust.
a million
and
one dreams
lost
to hope,
drained of desire.
where have
the brave boys
gone?
with their big grins.
what flame
remains
to consume
this fear?
the wind
calls
to the
creeping dawn,
and I call
to you.
trust only
my fire.
trust only,
my love.
trust only
this night,
for all else is gone.
spectre of a soul
drifts
softly between
peak
and valley,
yearning
for
extremes.
thirsting
for tears
and love.
craving
the brutal
ecstasy of release.
scorched by grace
and salved by fate;
freedom begs
to live
through me….
to rise
over me…..
to die
with me.
for
death thrives
in the balance
somewhere,
a moth sings
songs
of what will always be.
songs
of what never was.
for an eternity
we danced together
under moonlit melodies.
gliding as one,
until
the future intrudes
on our endless moment.
there
are not enough
words
to set me free.
and so I
remain
imprisoned
by a love
long forsaken,
but never
forgotten.
hunting truth
boldly and
without fear:
a fool’s quest
for
the uninitiated;
redemption perhaps,
for
the heartless lovers;
and Home,
for
the lost and broken.
afraid
but not broken,
we play on;
no hope;
no succor.
but we play
on.
lofty dreams,
so innocent and so fucking huge,
floated safely
on youth’s broad
untested wings.
so safe;
safe no more.
hard rain
truths mercilessly
upon
our
tempered hearts.
dig in
and wait,
here comes the thunder
desire
grows and
focus
narrows
as we seek
an end
to self-inflicted sorrows.
I wade
through a deluge
of tears unshed.
not mine-
they are borrowed
from the future me.
he will learn to
do without.
lost
in the twilight to a dozen
tomorrows,
i pass you by.
warmed
by trembling anticipation,
i lounge
in a dazzling spring sun,
dreaming
of autumn’s crisp bite.
when again will
we carve our dreams
against the sky?
sparking desires
quenched
only by Passion’s
fiery kiss
drifting boundless
on
my way
home
nothing feels
so right
and
so good…
no
thing,
but you.
I’ve flown,
touching
stars
burning and damned.
bright,
and so high,
but
I want
only to fall
and
touch
down,
with you.
a
lone
butterfly
flutters past
as
Spring’s hope
of beauty and
love
fade
&
tumble
into the drying mud.
dreams float
unrealized,
and a love
grows, untested;
life
continues without,
and
within.
eyes closed and
face to the wind,
a dream’s crumbled ruins
scrape at my knees
truth lost
in the tumult of love
as
Destiny
calls your name.
Hope answers,
strong
&
brave,
She answers,
with a defiant tear
rejoicing in her eye.
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