Eluded dreams and frightened reality kept me from thinking the one thought I always wanted to. "What if?"
Alcohol confidence, submissive inhibition and drowsy passion brought us to the summit of greater peace.
My best friend, my other oar, my boated shipmate. How tender your lips were, how saddened your eyes are.
You lied to push me from your inner collapse, to keep me from feeling bad. To save your soul.
Only days have passed and yet I am torn. I am a page from a book that has glided into hands of callous lust, romance, desperation...dreaming.
How I wanted to save you, how I longed to take you from the realm of such deprivation you were drowning in.
The muted hues of emerald and gold wrapped me in a somber embrace, one of silence and solace. Oh how I wish I could tame that demon inside you.
And here I write, write of times and trials...humor and sadness. We cried, we laughed, we comforted. Lust and rage, anger and depression.
You are the coin on fire, resting in my palm of shallow water, bubbles radiate from your searing touch.
How is it possible to think in such a manner, when logic is completely inapplicable in methods of the heart?
We repel, join, flit and fly.
Loving the lion that rests at the waters' edge.
The wind through the husk-colored sheaths the only sign of awareness.
I am here
though I am not
Wisps of sand among an azure sky
The lion raises his head to yield
Closing wizened eyes to dream
Warmth, peace, curiosity, confusion
and we fly