I prevail, having fallen,

To take the road less travelled

To love where love ceases

To live where death lingers

I was at a cross road

But I chose to take this path

The path where mighty hearts tremble

Where the unweary fall to pieces

I fall and stand and fall again

I thought I'd never stand tall again

On both my knees and bloody hands

I crawl t'wards where I think this ends

Where the dark twisted path meanders and dips

Joins a cheery clearing with birds and singing

Perhaps I'll get there, someday, somewhere

I'll keep trudging, finding my way

On this grueling path that shows no end

I'll keep crawling, a bloody mess

In my kindest dreams, I’m walking the beach

The gently drooping sun floods the sky a purple red

Glitter and shine where the ocean and sky meet

Leisurely gulls float on the lazy evening breeze

Trailing behind footprints casually erased by the sea

Memories of the moment kept forever within

My hand in yours, fingers interlaced

My gaze upon yours, eyes interlocked

The rush of emotions drown the crash of the sea

We lean in, lips touch, and magic begins

Cruel reality jolts us apart

We sit up in bed with a sudden start

Trudging on with life’s mundanity

Knowing the moment we close our eyes at night

Life begins as we dream again

‘tis a dark hollow place

where echoes multiply

stalagmites like thirsty teeth

stalactites like hungry claws

no candles to light the walls

but jagged rocks carving he who falls

‘tis a friendly place nay

‘tis a perfect dream not

where joy drops to naught

echoes in my head

shadows in my space

‘tis a vortex, a gloomy dark cave

foreigners galore, strangers a hall

peer around, peers about?

‘tis a friendly place nay

‘tis a perfect dream not

Perhaps the fish never craved sand for it’s never felt land

Or the deer yearn for meat for it’s never had a need

For the lonely are only ever lonely if they’ve ever been loved

The broken ever broken if joy has ever been known

A stranger became a lover, and estrangement burns a hole.

For I thought all was lost, buried beneath the rubble

That all was grey, that all’s lost colour

My wings once iridescent, since blanched and forgotten

Time inched laboriously, moments dragged disdainfully

The sun sits behind a heavy cloud, constant, bleak, unmovingly

Worker ants scurry in the murky fog across the humid lifeless alley

A stranger’s shadow forms at the start of the street

Casually ambling through the deadened district

A gentle streak pierce through the heavy fog

A silent song sings beneath his feet

Raindrops dance on a crimson petal

Beards of the old willow sway in the breeze

Wings of butterflies flutter and shine

The creeping sunbeams split to form bursts of colours

The skylark sings a song of merriment

Morning comes at the break of dawn