Bounded by elastic treasures of dreams.
I stood in silence,
and wanted to die. She was
beautiful girl I had ever seen. Life
a dream, so dark, as morning rain
of affection. All the sweet thoughts,
with wild waves
cling to charmed mortal care.
I saw him first
and felt the tide in me
crash down. All he held
in his eyes
made my immortality
collide in verse. I lost
the hour, the minute
of closing time.
I lost my virginity
as if in those two minutes
I was fully clothed
Tortured with uncertainty over the
him nervous. Whatever his eyes
like a beautiful map, penetrating
The heart was helpless, stretched
by a cord,
enough to stray into an empty
divine love could confront
heal the pain by looking at the
vast empty sky.
She felt a sudden rush
like a key was given to her
with no door.
The sky kept secrets
divine love never existed for her
silence meant noise
and she knew that his eyes
held her captured
of something she knew
and in that moment
she wanted to run
find a portal
He wished life could be spent in fantasy,
her heart, and hearing the rhythm of
What could be more noble, to have
and vision passing through his mind.
In the clear
mountain air, going into solitude
was what he
needed, to indicate traces of her
But she knew that reality knocked on her art
and bid her to please come back,
to leave this land of make believe
and drive the kids to school
make the bed
wash the dishes
and forget about his traces.
His inner purity, established a fear
having enough. As the trees took root
into the graves,
holding his mind still. The compassion
was not self
pity, bringing a warmhearted wish to
blend into one
another, transforming darkness into light.
He found himself
awakening in her, releasing the body
before disappearing again in empty
She discovered the ethereal silence of his thoughts calmed her.
She ran through
the tall grass,
but her timeless emotions
Being so close
who had such power
over her decisions
rendered her above space,
and this concept of forever slid through
between her toes
on childhood vacations.
He gazed over the cliff, weighed down
Without a cloud in the sky,
the reality, as he felt sacred,
lifted into a light,
filled with pain. Everyone of his
about to abandon him, his last
to dream. He was tired to the
point, that he
could no longer control his
He stood totally still, as life
Amid that brief minute his breathing
He opened his eyes and looked into
her fragile eyes,
one last time. The entryway of
his heart flung
open, and joy flew over the ocean.
He was ready
to go, and sail with the wind.
We shall be
as one in another life time,
doves comfort my desire.
Written by Christina Strigas and Denzel Weidner
Denzel Weidner can be found on Twitter at http://favstar.fm/users/denzelweidner
His books are available here: http://amazon.com/author/denzelweidner
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