A crinkled smile, pale skin, glowing blue eyes
A kiss like a narcotic, couldn’t get you out of my mind
If I tried
And I have
I’ve tried a thousand times
I’ve tried to burn the story
but I can’t ignite the lines.

I guess I’m smitten, yes with fiction
Trying to turn it into fact
I guess I haven’t learned
that no one’s had
much luck with that

And now I’m back
much worse than I started
because now I know
what we could be
And must see we aren’t.

Free flowing as a woodland stream
Strive to defy tradition
Endless as a waking dream
With pace, with rhythmic mission
There always seems to be this battle
Nigh, poetic war
To speak upon a common level
But evoke
A sense of more

Hark, the bright lights grow near.
Please note I wish
not to be missed.
Let the bell toll slow and steady.
Let the tone ring heavy hits.

As those bells and lights consume me,
As the cold night wraps tight to me,
As I drift off in the moon’s beam,
I ask of you that no tear slips.

For I have had what most have not.
I’ve had enough, though not a lot.
My bed’s been warm.
My food’s been hot.
In comfort, I was rich.

So now I will accept the way
in which decay can come with age
Though I hope my memory will stay
once I am set adrift.