When time ceases

And the day collapses

The world is set ablaze

With hail and molten worlds

When the universe stops spinning

And I am lost pining

The quiver of your depth

That tears at my soul

To look in your eyes

A smile broadens upon my lips

I see a vision

Against this depth

That swallows me whole

And your beauty

Intensifies as time

Melts on my lips.

PART III

There’s a fire that beats

A flame against my soul

It strikes deep and my spirit bleeds

There’s a fire that beats

A flame against my heart

It cuts deep

And I bleed

There’s a fire that beats

A flame in front of me

It is you

Cutting me to the core

Before you and I poured

Empty and fulfilled.

When the blue becomes dark again

I am weathered before the sun sinks

And if it were night the stars

Would sparkle through the parted storm

Showing me you still think of me

As twilight disappeared so did a part of me

I reflect upon the single star I see

Shattering the night sky with lightning

I am struck by your image

And the thought of your kiss.

I am captured

I am lost

I am naught

Surrounded by nothing

Empty of life

Ruined of time

Weathered by ache

And cut to the quick

Left bleeding

And standing in an ocean

Unconscious.

My heart is the flame that burns

For you and lights your way.

I remember weather events

Like a favorite song

Reliving the moment long gone

To the dust of the past

As if yesterday returned

To have a second chance.

I have finally fallen

I have finally fallen from the high place

And hit the ground

Swirling dust about

My exhausted breath

My eyes glimpsed at your beauty

The last light of truth

Which clarity implodes like a bloom?

In a bright field of your happiness

I am taken into the swell of you.

The dark road leading to your kiss

Ventures through the mountains

Clouds and abyss of the nocturnal

Shifts the winds of fortune

Halts the pounding heart

Upon the hearth of your crossroads

It’s sad to say goodbye…..

Time spent flying from plains to peaks

Through the dark misty of want

Ernst in the need to hold you

The wet glistening path before me

Drove me to scream mental verse

Into the night scape silent in hurt

As it tears me to say goodbye…..

The moments I remember are now tainted

Too much racing in the dark

The recesses of doubt have come to light

Exposed the frail torture of jealousy

And tore the wonder from my heart

Beats my soul into submission

And the hearth of goodbyes concludes…..

LOVE DIES  

On the cusp of morning

In a hall far from shadows

A bumble bee’s failing gasp for life

Chills the air to the marrow

As my thoughts race to you

Laying in each other’s arms so warm

With a dream culled of mystery through the storm

Nothing rages the battlements

Nothing stirs you from sleep

And I remain cold in this misery so sullen and deep.

From pity, I rolled the poor creature

Off its back into a stride closer to death

I think of the Hinton Highway so dark

Black with rain and damp of night

No stars above to catch my breath

Some failure of destiny’s design leads me to light

As I fired my fortunes against a dead man’s theft

And empty my soul, mind, and heart into the mountain’s breath.

As I inhale the moment breadth, depth, and scope

You fill this useless need torn, frayed, and broke

By candlelight, this moth harassed the bee to flame her wings

And by ironic dispatch, she to this sullen song thus sings

I trudge to morning’s first light so grey

This holds more life in it than the skin of my face

And as I look to the last star of morn

I think of another and walk out of the storm.

FOR ……..

What would you prefer?

The scent of Lilac or that of a French rose

Wine red rose, or white

A verse of thee in such a contract proposed

Like a vision of words on canvas

My heart there exposed

Thus I ask betraying the stealth of my airs-deposed

Will you share a coffee?

Palatable treat conversation

In a quiet grove of a café bistro.

SHE

I haven’t seen her

Since she left the tenancy of this world

And taken the furnishing

From this mansio0n of a heart

Left these feelings bare

Upon this cold inhospitable marble floor

To emote the anguish

In the echoed halls of my darkened past

A flame extinguished.