Bits and Pieces

A gentle decay to nothingness
Was always its intention -
To inspire,
To insight,
And then so quietly recede.
If it possessed a moment's glory
Then that glory was a waste,
For through nighttimes,
And through snow falls,
It was lost to better days.

Not withstanding our intentions,
It burned and fell to dust -
Through choices,
And through circumstance,
It left the both of us.
If its destiny was to whither,
Then by withering, it died -
For through winter,
And by springtime,
There was nothing left to find.




These are the hands that toiled,
And burned and bled to build you,
These are the eyes that watched,
And warned me when to save you,
This is the voice that spoke
And said the words to guide you,
This is the heart that broke
When it was rejected by you.

It was these feet that carried me
Through rain and wind and storm,
And showed me that no matter what
Awaited 'fore the morn -
There was always one more step to take
Before the story's end,
And these words of wisdom I have learned
I impart on you my friend.




"So leave me lying, dying here,
Struggling and trying here,
To fight away my only fear.
That one day,
You'll turn away,
Just turn and walk away from here."




There's silence hereI can feel it,
There's danger here
In spirit,
Embodiment of things to come,
Prevailing here in what we've done,
This silence here -
It's tiresome,
But this time I can't leave.

No turning back
Can't make me,
The road long past
Is empty,
This freedom that I've found with you,
Though threatened by the things we do,
Is better than
The life I knew,
And this time I won't leave.