TwilightsFall

Only a stretch of field separates the river of free-flowing dreams and tributaries of love, both of us share the same heart-shaped box; the key holding us together. I search the summer skies above, tracing the contrails of your smile, as they billow through the myriad of doubled hued rainbows when the sun breaks through the storm. Every lasting thought, plucked from a vine of roses contains the everlasting scent I hold close to my chest, absorbing the very essence that'll keep me alive while we're apart. And when I lay my head to sleep, the nights will give way to the voice singing sweet nectar lullabies and reminding me how

Conviction, the last fleeting thought as you look over the edge of infinity, where death whispers under your ears, cooing you to make the final leap of your life, seem like the best moment. The wind blows chills down your spine, teetering on the cement balcony overlooking the city skyline and two hundred seconds before breathing your last breath, and closing your eyes. Free falling, with death on your chest pushing you downward towards the smooth running creek and the world falls away, with only the sounds of life's echo in your ears, quieting to a dull murmur.  "...death ends in solitude, smooth as the river flows         .

Just a picture, could mean a couple words, But the one I hold dearly close to my heart, Means more to me than anything else, This photograph, you I love in black and white. There are so many things I could say, Though one word stands out amongst the rest, It starts with love and ends with you, The one I want to share with every single moment. To be with you, at your side, and experience the joys, Or you in my arms, holding you close to me, as you cry, We're a team together, we work things out, So we can both remember these dreams. I've held your picture as I dream of us, One day, we'll be holding our picture, Wedding bells or bi

"You have the most entrancing eyes..." Lost in the bespectacled reverie of her glancing aura illuminating as we share the last ride towards the Milky Way, a chariot of bright glowing orange hues and red sparkles. "You have the smile of an angel..." Wings, white feathers tethered to the sinews of bone and constructed memories, a strand that bore hope entwined with faith, flying to somewhere into nowhere, just as long as we had each other. "You have the heart of a mother..." A shooting star powered by the backlit canopy of ideals and tribulations inside this perfect shell call Asphodel, a goddess with unmatched eloquence, class,

A warm breeze wafted through the canal, As she stood on the balcony under a Tuscan sun, Looking upwards at a cloudless sky, Waiting, for her true love to come home. It's been nearly two years, and two days, His presence never graced the marble halls again, Ever since his body rested in a watery grave, As death set the clock of destiny. Every Sunday, she traveled to the southern shore, And leaned upon the olive trees, Praying that he would meet her soon, Right here, where they first met long time ago. Years went by, but he never came home, Heartbroken, she went back to the southern shore, Weeping solemnly, tears mixed with salt w

Bottled, your feelings casting doubts without a forethought, and hopes that seem to never rise after the sun sets low over the horizon, clinging on to what little faith you have. Re-piecing your heart, waiting to be broken again as you walk out into the world, draped in gray, clouded by your fears of rejections and failure, realizing the life you lived isn't worth living for. We're all the same, we're no different than the lives we viewed with our eyes, to the girl standing on the corner handing out flowers, wanting people to accept them and smile, to the man that reassures his fellow brother with words of encouragement while he

Promises; I made one year ago, a moment I still keep in my head, Only my memories and dreams will know, When her lifeless hand fell onto the bed. Parting words are just the beginning, Soft spoken whispers at the eve of rebirth, No farewells since she'll be there awaiting My return to show love all it's worth. It takes two souls to make the journey to Avalon, But more heart to bring us together, The hurt and enduring pain, are gone, A pool of new endings make afterlife better. I can't wait till run up that hill, See the elated smile on her face, Watch the stars set in perfect standstill, And wind my finger of tears that I trace.

I stood on the edge of loneliness, As it crumbled beneath my feet, Darkness below looked gloomy, A wide chasm separated us. The otherside, she was there, Staring at me, wishing I would Have faith and walk the thin line, For love and freedom awaited. There used to be three paths, One for each of my past loves, Where I would walk across, To greet them one day. My first girl, led me across, But in the middle, she let go, Unbalanced I scrambled back, As she disappeared from my life. My second, more cautious than before, She coaxed me to come, But when I did took my step, She turned away forever. I almost fell into nothingness,

We talked again this forth night as the wind sang through the cracks in the walls of this house, but I wasn't cold as her voice warmed my heart, and set my mind in trance of her passionate wordplay choreographed with the calligraphy of her dreams. I felt like I was there by her bedside, held her hand, feeling the blood pulse through my fingers, her breath against the nape of my neck; she keeps the air in my lungs, floating along as the melody strums, and as we lay down together I let the waters flow over us. For the first time, silence was just a monologue with the heartbeats in rhythmic motion as our eyes fell three flights

Shimmers, a turning of a leaf echoes love's unequaled silence, floating away into the arms of avalon's carried by asphodel's chariot crossing an Arizona dream before the approaching storm ignites the fires of heaven. As raindrops fall in spheres of memories, whispering the soliloquy, "Swansongs of Trinity", and lightning streaks across the ethereal dawn forming the crescent for passion like a cracker jack smile skipping stones forming ripples below the mists. Take a picture where dreams are made, then fade to black in a dark cell from an insomniac's meditation, for those shadows in the wall where man whom god forgot, lies hid

     An Alaskan storm introduced itself to the weather three nights ago. It shook me straight from dreaming about (really, remembering) a dance with an elderly man, my feet placed off the ground onto the tops of his shoes. A balancing act. I awoke to four-fifty five, followed by a fleeting FLASH before truly registering the dark and the storm itself. I sat up in bed to peer out the window when a FLASH FLASHED again. For a split second, the room shone brighter than day. Somewhere close by, lightning had entered conversation. The sky grumbled in response as thunder fought for last word.      Th