It is my turn.

Pointing my pistol at the sky.
So there would be hope for this.
Empty clip.
Pray that my dreams dont die
And my angel's not hit.


New place.
New smile.

Excuse me, this is all I've got left.

Spinning counter clockwise

Each turn robs the planet of angular momentum.

Slowing it's spin

The tiniest bit.

Lengthening the night

Pushing back the dawn.

Giving me a little

More time here

With you.

Peas in a pod.

Like the other side of a galaxy.

Closer to me.

Like the other side of the bed.

Might as well be light-years .

Smile when we wake up.

Only to realize how we have waken.

No longer entwined.

A barrier to fall between.

I don't remember what your hair smells like.

That gives me a lump in my throat

And a pain in my chest

Thousands of miles later,

It still will.

We used to be peas in a pod.

A million fish, one Moby Dick.

To paint your pain and frame it, hang it on my wall.

The death of a gods manifestation

More love in the brushstroke I lay than most know their entire life

but put to rest the face of a muse is none more than that

like the siren that sings me home

shipwrecked in the tempest, yet at the eye of storms you sleep

an unparalleled beauty that will be the downfall of man

greed and jealousy put wind in the sails of your search party

you rest, you sleep, I will find you

set the gales upon me no wind will steer this ship off course.