He said

I love you

He said

Until he could say it 

No more 

Dreams

I am running out of dreams

Hope/Desire

He had lost all hope

But not desire 

His shadow

It follows him

Wraps itself around him

Intricately woven into his own being 

No matter where he turns, it is there

No matter how bright the light 

It lurks in the crevices 

No matter how dark the night 

There are patches of darkness that follow his every move

He cannot escape what is an essential part of him

Cannot run too fast or climb too high

It will be there

Waiting 

Waiting for him

And its next opportunity to engulf him 

Gentle touch

A gentle touch

Makes all the difference

In the whole, wide world

When I nap

When I nap
It is not alway because I am tired
It is not always because I need rest or lack energy

Sometimes I nap
To calm my mind 
And soothe my soul 

Some words

Some words are spoken with too little thought

Some words are not spoken with too much thought

Suffer 1

While she suffered

Without him

He died

Without her

God's lesson

One of the most important lessons he learned from God 

Was that he stopped

Looked at the life he had created

And saw that is was good 

Slept

He slept

Not to rest

But to dream

Of her

I write

I write

Because like breathing

I must 

Anonymous

How could he tell her he loved her

When he had not even met her yet 

Getting on

He found that getting on with his life

Was both wonderful and burdensome 

Sadness

And sometimes 

A sadness overwhelmed him

But could not defeat him

Pain

His pain

Was greater than his experience 

Most beautiful

The most beautiful woman in the world

Should be the one in your arms 

Sheets

He clawed at the sheets

Where she used to lay

Mothers

Mothers

Live on

In memories and grandchildren 

I sleep

I sleep

In hopes

Of dreams

Come true 

I wake

In awe

Of all

That's new

Dying

We sat there

Waiting for her to die

Not knowing

That she lay there

Waiting for us to allow her to 

Love

I love you

He said

Finally

Violence

Violence filled his heart

Yet Love, guided his hands 

Her

I miss her

When I breathe

Age

Your age is just a number; that is all it is. We could die tomorrow or live another 50 years, so don't worry about what your number is today. It is irrelevant to your happiness. 

Tomorrow

If I could have one day over

It would be tomorrow

That way

We would always have tomorrow 

Time 01

Time

Between breaths 

Is spent

Dreaming 

Of...

Weakness

Tears do not show weakness

Don't small streams feed rivers

That in turn 

Feed the oceans

Wept

He wept

For so long

He forgot why

He cried

I still breathe

I still breathe
Yet barely live