**repost of sorts

The soul of a one way mirror
Adversely refracts through my own eyes
And suddenly I feel as if I'm staring at the dark side of a rainbow
And pointing a gun at the head of so many colors

Pleading on their knees

To be set free in arterial blowback satisfaction
Through Salvador abstraction
In Hollow Point fashion
As the Moon scoffs at such counterfeit passion
And slowly begins to peel the tides back off my face
To reveal a shoreline void of life that had been seeded deep
Below the surface
Colorless at it's brightest
And for all intensive purposes
Completely devoid of purpose

When suddenly I remember:

"All we are, are memories
Shadows of eternities
Murmurs of the night that echo on forevermore."

And I begin to think back to a time I spoke once before
Of being a casuality of love
In a war
I never wanted to fight
A fight
I never stood a chance in
A chance
I never thought I'd take again

But when the wind blew
I found myself alive and staring into the open palms outreached
Of a silhouette tease
Bringing tears to the eyes of which
Beauty seems an endless sunset
And catching the rhythm beat whispers of a heart that hungers for your touch
The Moon now above me
Pulling the tides over us
Finally coming to settle in the breast of a new horizon that brings with it a calm

Not seen.

Unheard.

Only felt.

On the tips of a finger caressing the crest of your lower lip
An apex wonderer
Of poetic slip...

...And wandering hands

As we move together in a language only we understand:

"All we are, are memories
Shadows of eternities
Murmurs of the night that echo on forevermore.

"All we are, are memories
Flowers in an autumn breeze
As everything is sure to fade, we'll bloom forevermore."

And then
Abruptly ends
In a smile within
Clinched fists
And a slight twinge of hope

...Resist...