Nature

Truth reveals itself somehow,
for the fears will tear,
into pieces fallen apart.
And life will no longer be
as was bestowed then.
For the sooth of serenity,
and the sparkle of fire,
the redness of your attire,
the gaze of your eyes,
the charm of your flare,
the mighty sound of roar;
but still a heart full of light,
a head free of desires,
a soul dominating lust,
a lie smashed long before___
the terror might not be new,
yet not be welcomed.
For the right doesn't bow,
and never did. 

Don't know,
where the words come from...
How they tell stories,
of known to unknown...
How the aching soul,
pours out of bloody ink...
From whom they derive,
the essence of life...
And the why the paper;
feels the scratches of,
love and hate...
Yet it is thirsty of showers;
of touch of writing hand;
of rolls of pen.
An uncanny hunger!

I swung into you hands,
like a merry go round.
And you pushed me away,
like a shooting star.
And lo I landed,
into the lap of galaxy,
with warmth of serenity;
of glitters twinkling,
a sweet cuddle.
And below you standing,
gaze into the sky;
ear all towards it__
shooting for a star;
yet a billions,
pieces you apart.

The grave once a melody,
now mourns over it.
The memories once charm,
now hide of it.
The steps once a rhythm,
now silence it.
The heart once loving
now guards it. 

And while looking
at a shiny star,
I thought of you.
For you echoed of it,
distant;
alone;
grieved;
yet the causation of
beautiful aurora;
enlivening space.

Watching the alluring shore,