Companions
The Sun and the Moon and the Stars and the Rain;
Burning brighter, faster, harder, higher;
In the palm of my hand, far beyond your reach.
You cry and scream and yell and beg;
For your Loved ones, your Home, your Possessions, your Life.
Longing for the day that I slip
and allow your feeble grip;
To choke me tight.
So bright, so bright!
And you cling to my side,
Sending shivers down my spine;
Past my frenzied beating hearts
Attacking the nerve endings in my left hand.
Remorseless are you and your tentative touch.
A ball and chain imprison me, the madman escapes
with all reason and logic.
I cry for the pain;
The pain of you.
Of the envitable change and my growing fondness.
I fall and I ask the question.
The most stupid painful question,
Knowing what will unfold, knowing your fate.
I am lost to you.
"Travel with me?"