sunrise over tuzanor
still here every morning
trying not to think
about the coming of the day
the aquamarine paling
as the bloodred orb creeps across the sky
draining if of its hue.
the starlight fading
drowned by the rays of the sun
which pierce the sleeping city
and it stirs, as if jerked
from some peaceful dreamless slumber
into a world of harshly defined angles.
the air is cold, and I
can no longer feel my fingers
Numb, and my heart beats
Slowly; the thoughts rising
like spirits entwined, only that they are
Alone.
[And all of the stars
Have faded away
Just try not to worry
You'll see them someday
Take what you need, and be on your way
And stop crying your heart out]
maybe
if I close and take a breath
you'll be there
still I can be patient, for
when the lonely sun sets at dusk
Night will come again.
where fear and dreams must collide
(inspired by the piece by josh groban)
so the moment has come
standing on the edge of
the unknown
and itiscomingitiscoming
but
you are with me
here, and I am not afraid
of the learning
and the steps to be taken
and the anticipation of
the Fall
thoughts of a falling object
coming
at a faster and faster speed
these thoughts
lovehateangerjoyregret
I cannot separate them (tooclose, tooclose)
and your face fills my world
because I am closer
and you are closer
than you think
don't give up—
just wait
and I will
fall
back down.
interaction of two vastly different species
the hand that crushes the ant nest
doesn't think
about how much pain the ants feel
all it knows
are the stings that it has received
and it must be stopped