Wreckage

I have nothing left to offer.

This once sacred place is rent in two, and I'm left standing in the wreckage.

All I see are glimpses of a lost life, lost love

As the ruins of a once grand palace crumble around me, I care not any longer.

What we had is burning, crashing to the ground as she walks out the gates; and I stand.

And I stare.

And I laugh.

And I cry.

And I rage. And I mourn. And I scream.

And I die...

A thousand deaths, each more painful than the last, wracking my soul until I have nothing left.

The fire is gone, the fuel spent. All that's left is me, brought to my knees.

In the dark. Alone.

And while I wait what seems a thousand years, the sun starts to creep over the crestfallen hills. Light permeates the darkness, illuminating the wreckage.

Sorrow fades. Emptiness is filled with the light of hope. All remnants of my former prison are erased. Replaced with sprouting grass, blooming flowers, morning dew.

Green fills the clearing, trees begin to grow. It takes time, but life returns little by little.

Until it begins to thrive.

I stand, arms outstretched, welcoming life back. I feel the sun on my skin, I hear birds in the trees, I marvel at the vibrance of the forest that has replaced despair.

And then I see her. And she me. And our eyes meet.

And a spark ignites.

Autumn

Bright is the sun through the autumn canopy,Bearing radiance down upon me.

Wind sweeps through the meadow, blowing the first fallen leaves to and fro, a tornado of soft orange and red.

All is quiet, save for the hushed sounds of life in the woods. Birds making their calls, and echoing their responses; critters rustling through the underbrush, and the soft swaying of the branches, a chorus of their leaves meeting.

I find joy in the quiet, peace in the stillness of the forest compared to the hustle and bustle and noise of the city.

I feel home.

She Sings

She sings, and I pay attention.
She stands there, nervous, and I understand.
She pours out her soul through her voice,
All hopes and dreams and thoughts.
All the joy and sorrow, laughter and pain,

Everything.

Everything she has ever thought or felt,
Seen, or touched, or experienced;
It's made plain by her voice, her tone, her expression.
And in that moment, She sings...

And I know her.

She Laughs

She Laughs

She laughs.

She Laughs

she Laughs....

At me. At my joke. At my words. Did ever such a feeling exist? 

Were emotions real, or did I just imagine what they felt like before now.

This moment. This unending moment, when her eyes meet mine, and her lips spread,

and her voice, like the sound of a thousand wonderful things flows past,

Floating through my ears and into my heart.

My heart stops, and starts, and races all at once. I feel I weigh nothing, yet a thousand pounds.

I feel her joy, and I reflect it ten thousand fold. 

This Feeling...

It is beautiful.

She is beautiful...

And she laughs.

Day 3- "Nightmare"

Darkness surrounds the chilly wood,
An innocent child passing through.
He jumps and turns with every creak,
Frightened betwixt the darkened yew.

No one around to keep him safe,
the ground uneven where he treads,
The threads of fear are taking place,
He wished that he were in his bed...

When all at once a light appears,
the boy assumes he's safe at last,
But the lantern only fuels his fears;
A Headless Horseman gallops past.

The Horseman stops, and turns around
his fear comes boiling to a head,
The Horseman looms, and reaches down
The boy is certain that he's dead.

An arm wraps round the frightened child,
and holds him to it's bosom tight,
The boy awakes to a mother's smile,
He's in his bed, and he's alright.

Day 2 (A little late)- "Alliteration Wood"

The wispy Wind whistles through the willow's watered wood.

The green grass shines as the gilded river glides glittering by.

Birds, with their bills and beaks, belt beautiful songs borne of hope.

Children chatter carelessly, chasing cackles through the wood,

While their parents prepare picnics of pastries and plums.

Spring has returned to the supple, Silver wood,

And All is Well.

Day 1- "And She is Lovely"

The Moon is shining on Her Face
  And She is Lovely
Surrounded by a Gentle Grace
  And She is Lovely
Her Smile Shines Brighter than the Sun
  My Heart Goes Winging when She Comes
    I Gently Wrap Her in My Arms
And She is Lovely