Bloom

How fall the horses' hooves upon mossy ground, As the earth below crumbles to dust. Then wooden wheels trample the barren, Ground parched with water's lust. The beast is barren for the harvest gold, As the sun races across the flannel sky. When all behold the beast has reared, For a falling flower in the rye. Words like music float from the fallen lily, A question in the coda they form. Why oh why you beast of light, Have torn me from the ground. There was an ocean in the face the music formed, Red roses beneath the mountain shade. Like a tremulous stem of lotus blooms, Upon the white tree the face laid. The winter child alighted upon the ground, And laid his lips among the roses. Then turned to the fallen flower as, The evening sky's light door closes. He lays the lily among the groves, And smiles as the flower sighs. The love of her floats like mist, For the winter child as she cries. And then he falls as the lily dies, From his unforgiving barren cold. And as the winter falls the fields explode, In frozen lilies of gold.

End Of Beginning

cold black eyes stare me back as a tear rolls down inside never to show what you hold i suffer the not knowing why gray is turning black a void being defined memories beckon again foreshadowing my heart a ghost was i?? to unburden yourself?? just a mean was i?? towards your end?? never knew did i?? just what i meant?? i want to see you cry,, just for me this time.. i want to hear you call,, my name in your final breath.. i want to see you fall,, and try to reach my hand.. i want to know,, if i meant anything at all.. an empty shell were you?? in which i tried to fill my heart.. an eternal darkness were you?? which i tried to turn to light.. damsel in distress were you?? whose knight i tried to be.. what am i? did you never ask yourself?? why am i? did you never wonder why?? who am i? did you understand what i mean?? why should i? i never asked myself..