A shadow of summer is all I knew

With everyone coming past the golden fire

The heart and the wire pulling us out

And the night was fresh

And I was alive to the heat

We stood in crowds of benevolence

Embers burning at the fountain of blue white rising up

Baring it with my knees bent and eyes wide

I was an ember of the sky meeting the ground

I was more to this world than each and every person apart in eachother

Through secret crowds

I was apart in myself, a remnant of individual gravity

Neither tied to the relevance of the burning surfaces of each face

And eyes that met mine in passing moments

A stranger to the sun

Alone and only one

I was a shadow of summer reaching for something more

To be something of anything

Climbing a waterfall of regret born in the white light

The sudden shy bright still to my quiet

My regret

I was long in dreaming mountains of lingering

The falling and lucid streaming

Life bringing

A remnant of what was pressed into my veins

In and out of love and the warmth shown

I have not changed

Nor have I grown

A ghost of a shell

Bright still to my quiet

My only regret

The freedom streamed through these mountains

And I climbed, only to fall

And the water is shallow

As the surface breaks

With me

The facts are simpler than fiction

The light barely touching my lips with soft shadows of leaves

That play along my life

Lying here in the bed of pine

The sway of the quiet instilled in me

I have known this fallen awakening

And falling in love with my eyes closed to this world

I could elaborate with his waiting in turn

The fire I knew, like a knowing spark

But I lacked in the spaces between us

I wanted an understanding, an embrace of eyes meeting

Just to know we were on the same wave-length

Yet

I would breathe apart

And let the light play along my life

I hold fate on such slight strings, with slight arms and quiet eyes

Barely noticed

Barely aware

And I love you, whoever you were meant to be…

<3

With the frigid glass between us

The underlying strands of light cast

Like our irises in morning

Understanding when our minds are not far from books

And music tries to tell our story like the script could be read

In paper and ink spread under the warm sun

Relationships could be born from dreams, so still

Like I was

As alone as I was

I wanted to leave a mark on you, yet you were never there

I wanted a savior, a love in the cry that met with a distant tomorrow

Illusions pressed upon broken glass

Like it ever mattered

When the world was a vast tomorrow

To the goodbyes of the blackened light

The faded star that had only risen to sorrow

I was at the peak of the days rise

With cold hands and lost eyes

And I couldn’t realize

I was the one missing

And all the pieces would fall through these fingers

So frail I was to the cold, yet unaware of the chill…

The weight of words cling to thoughts of unrest…only at the tide’s edge do we unfold

Quiet words, much less spoken between breaths and touching lips just for warmth and a love so known, yet so distant…I could lean my head into your shoulder cradling these memories like a shared warmth as my eyes close in a half-awake drift.

What was to be understood

In the passing hours

The night shade

And moon flowers

I was a friend of the slightly lit skies

I think it is that and only that

Which made me wise to the sight

A sudden flight of wing

More of a waking from these daydreams

Still are we so aware when meeting the rising sun

And I am so alone to the quiet, mourning this like an end…

<3

In remembering
The amber petals
That fell through me
How is it…
That my memory is so vague?
And i was made in fallen halos
And ringed irises
Shadowed within a waterfall
And the outside was so unclear
And we are like ghosts

I love the new fitness program I just got

Oh how broken light
Could obtain you quiet angel
As if I could redeem you
In my only shadow

Even as I close my eyes
To your quiet night embrace
And the tear stained silence
That has held me under your wing
And I am free
I am everything you wanted me to be.

Winter in its awakening 
Like the shattered stained glass
Of mirrored rainbows
Breathing light as though it were alive

I follow these paths
Like memory
And only the song of birds 
In their view 
Rise with me in the morning

To walk the circle like a timeline
To break before I am made
To feel without the only reasoning that could keep me alive
And I wonder why the world could be torn so easily

I could find the manifesting clouds through every eye
To be born of this constant burning
When there is only light in sound
And music
And love is only born with the written word
Even with the undercurrent of the feeling
I thought I knew

Followed by the cry 
And the sun
The isolated wonder in the night
When my world would come apart

The disconnected facets behind my eyes can only hold origin of painted landscapes made in redemption of the only truth where I stand no longer aware of the biting cold of winter and the confusion of this human plight held on these barely rising shoulders…and perception is only a dream