And at the end
When I haven’t any need
For this body
I drift up, out, away
Past the people of my memory
Who went before me
Through the deep gentle mist of the next place
Into a garden of roses
Where I sit on a small grey stone bench
And await you
Time has no meaning here
I simply breathe in
The sweet rich aroma of the flowers
Until the mist parts
And you emerge
She is the moment that I long for
She is lurking in my brain
She is a way to stop the raging
And a way to ease my pain
She is waiting in the shadows
She is just beyond my sight
In the corner of my eye
She is blocking out the light
I am longing for her chill
I am longing to be had
She crawls within my veins
She creeps within my sad
She promises the moon
But she will drop me from the stars
She uses me like yesterday
And my soul will bear the scars
We share this dark sweet moment
When I cannot say no
I know that she will kill me
And yet I can’t let go
With her I can feel safe
Though she spikes my veins with sorrow
I couldn’t live without her
But I may not have tomorrow
I am a poet, have been since even before I knew much of the world. It is in my blood. I just want a place where I can post all my work so my friends and family have a place to see it. I am a romantic at heart who believes in the power of friendship. I believe in love and I believe that sometimes you have to live through something bad to see the happiness on the other side. My life has had its ups and downs, but I am grateful for every smile, every push and every tear life given me, it has gotten me here. I hope you enjoy the work.
Cheers!
bluefalling 