Like a wilting rose my petals fall
The layers gently peeling off
Clutching on to shattered glory
The memories of stardom faded away

Once were the days the craven hid
Behind the crimson luscious face
The fervid charm of a seductress
Luring the lecherous to the prey

Once it stood on a tower of thorns
Beneath a facade that seeks to awe
Throwing out a pompous demeanor
Like a Caesar thriving on power

Upon a bending yellowed stalk
A denuded helpless craven rocks
Its final frolic bears no witness
In a gust of wind it swirls meekly off

Truly devoted to you, you're the gust of wind that swept me off my feet. I thought heaven was overrated, till you brought me to one. It was as if you fell off a shooting star, climbed out of a wishing well, crawled out of my sweetest dream. You're a love song that sings forever, all through the longest slumber. I took your hand some fateful day, and always shall I walk the journey of life with you, for you are but my one and only true love. In my heart you have been carved, deep and clear.

Cradled by its feathers and enthralled by its spell,
I've been touched by the wings of love.
Nor meagre nor daunting, but solemn and sublime,
You're my limb that holds up the sky.
Sparkles and jewels light up your eyes,
The very same way you light up my life.
Like swans on the river our hearts intertwine,
Like the rainbow in a drizzle resplendent our times.
I'd hold your hand forever in mine,
Through quakes and floods and fiascoes and voids.
Just promise you'll be mine,
'Til the very end of time...
(22months)

He's the only one who can make the earth spin beneath me, the leaves swirl around me, the waves crash about me, and still hold my feet to the ground and keep me safe and sound. He'd move mountains with a kiss, split oceans with a touch. I often wonder, is that the guardian angel God sent to protect me from all that hacks into my sanity, or is that the magic from the deepest of elven woods to enchant my solitary gray life? He's the secret of the saintly world unfolded, he's the pandora box of love and beauty. He's a legend, a myth, yet here he stands (... unfinished)

If I could close my eyes and stay in this dream forever, if I could shut the doors to this cruel harsh world, if I could run against the sands of time, back to the heaven I fell from, then perhaps I could feel your fingertips against mine once again, hear your breath against my cheeks, feel your lips graze my lids. Then once again perhaps I shall live, feel the wind lick my hair as I twirl and spin amongst the dancing greens, to end up safe and snug in the comforts of your arms. And as you rock me by the fireplace on a cold winter evening and sing me the sweetest song of love, I'd gaze into your warm brown eyes that twinkle with the flames. I slowly drift away from the only dream that was real. I try to reach out to grasp that moment, but I can only see you float away, with sorrow and pain buried beneath your glassy eyes. And you became my yesterdays, the only days that meant something to me. Now I trudge on in the darkness, with no tomorrows, only solitude on an endless night.

The sound of silence in the cricket's creak
In darkness groans a morning greet
Warm rays gently break the dawn
In a sparrow's merry song
Herein lies my warmest greetings
To the one I love the very most

Porous, worn, lost and forlorn
A little cork floats far out at sea
On the random waves it sits and drifts
Listless, lifeless, languidly it bobs

Once ignorant, once proud
Immersed in oblivion, I strutted about
I am no larger than a cork lost at sea
Tattered, desperate, reduced to a speck
A life I've summed up by emptiness
To parallel the gray of non-existence
Looking ahead only to see despondence
A narrow dark alley straight to desolation

Some fine morning there came the day
When skies were blue and my spirits grey
On an orange boat I sailed off the bay
Towards obliteration beyond the waves

Like ages it seemed, yet evanish I did
Slowly loosening the string my life grips
About me none but froth and blue
I'm hanging on a careless wave at sea
On my back wasted I lay
All four limbs carelessly splayed
Dribbled by the wanton sprays
Crippled by the scorching rays

Was that a gull I thought flew by
Or was it an angel with wings in white
Was that a ball of fire stinging my eyes
Or was it the fury of hell sharp as knives
Was that the darkening of a retiring sky
Or was it the diminishing of my last of light?