Will you make me a promise?
– A lie for you
To never get old.
But always be there.
Stay as strong as you are.
And as weak as me.
Will you make me a promise?
– A gift for me
To be everything I ask.
But more that I don’t.
Prop me up when I stumble.
Even if you fall.
Will you make me a promise?
– A story to tell
Never tell me the truth.
Even if I ask
– A heart to break
Ordinary,
Not enough
Or too much.
Just.
Said the girl.
To
The obligatory
Boy.
In the hope
That he too
Was,
Just.
Now,
Said the boy.
Not for long.
Soon, I’ll be extra
Ordinary.
Just,
Unlike you.
Sigh.
Said the girl.
And looked
Again.
Pale silk wrapped.
Once carefully
Placed.
An importance,
Of a kind.
Protected by shadows.
Guarded by hoards.
Fierce, broken,
Or forgotten.
To remain,
Just
A piece.
The rest.
Moved on.
So, you find a demon.
Tamed, granting wishes,
Golden rings, silken webs.
Please keep its tricks
From me.
You find an opal eye.
Seeing our time,
All places forever.
Please do not come
Looking at me.
And you find a flower.
The moonlight petals can
Wake me from my death.
Please don’t bring this
Beauty to me.
When
You find your reflection.
And know it.
To be just you.
Then please.
Find me too.
No longer will I
Look, to shores
Of distant lands.
The foaming roar
Of grey wolf waves,
Battered me back.
Screamed me down.
Faced me in defeat.
Toward this.
The land so banal.
Worn to fit these feet.
As they grow and harden.
No longer will I look.
Nowhere else will
I call home.
For I have dreamed.
Tried.
And failed.
So I look to love.
Where I stand.
Bravery found me.
Held me for awhile.
A fleeting embrace.
That left me shaken,
After pride drained.
Fearing a return.
Of this deceitful
Love that blinds,
With the courage
To face fears
Better left unseen.
Turn the tide.
And trap the river.
Then make the water
Black.
My love.
Keep my secret.
That lies beneath.
Protecting it
Forever from
The drying sun.
And in the heat
Prove your heart
Is mine alone.
Turn the water.
Turn your soul.
Black.
My love.
Grey clouded.
Sleep weighted.
My faded eyes,
Were witness still.
To the frenzied
Fearful shaking,
Silent whispers,
Grabbing you.
As distant,
Private fears
Slowly stole your
Sleeping mind from me.
Helpless.
Indeed.
My love is in a photograph.
So much older than me.
Trapped in black and white.
Fading in the sunlight
And fraying at the edges.
But I choose to keep it there.
Trusting the captured,
Long dead,
But oh so beautiful stranger.
They will keep it still.
Safe.
And me free from it.
In past days and those to come.
For longer than I ever could.
And best.
It doesn’t look like they mind.
This gift or burden at all.
For never do they stop
Smiling.
On a strange breeze.
A kind of spice.
Is in the air.
And something.
Is different today.
A haze.
All speckled.
It settles.
Across empty streets.
While the red gold sun.
Sets alone.
And just for once.
A rest is here.
As we all forget.
To step outside.
Yes.
Something.
Is different.
Today.
Then it Started 