The sun is at it’s zenith.
Yet the clouds shroud it’s meaning.
I’ll never forget this feeling.
Rain cascading down my cheeks.
Like tears of joy, a smile; I need not seek.
Journey into the shadows of newborn night.
As the light of God lies it’s head down to rest.
Marvel at the colors; a compelling sight.
Here I encourage the thought of death.
Sitting amongst the tombstones; I converse with histories..
Only the ghosts truly know.
And I won’t be there to hold your hand; when the story is told.
This is your journey.
This is your road.
You’re not doing this to hurt me.
You just need to be in control.
And when I extend this hand of friendship, I can only hope.
You’ll know it’s my demanding heart that you hold.
Oh tread on me, luscious, lucid, labyrinthian lady.
Show me an exercise in futility.
Bring me pain and pleasure, unimaginable terror.
I’m guilty.
Not of error.
Guilty of knowing how others feel.
Empathy on display in it’s darkest green.
Hitherto, oh fair arted woes.
Wither too, if it means I’ll share in your cold embrace.
Sitting amongst the tombstones; I converse with histories..
Only the ghosts truly know.
And I won’t be there to hold your hand; when the story is told.
This is your journey.
This is your road.
You’re not doing this to hurt me.
You just need to be in control.
And when I extend this hand of friendship, I can only hope.
You’ll know it’s my demanding heart that you hold.
Dumbfounded, the truth lies in the arrow’s tip.
Calling out to Aphrodite to embellish the words from my lips.
Maybe in them, you’ll find home.
Trouble seek me out, I walked into it this time.
Just to see if I could be hurt again.
The pain is radiating, yet I find a comfort there.
Slithering silver tongued seidr, my sister, siren of the saltiest sea; swims in my shallow tears.
Loving on borrowed time; the end is near.
We fade forever into the cosmos.
Sitting amongst the tombstones; I converse with histories..
Only the ghosts truly know.
And I won’t be there to hold your hand; when the story is told.
This is your journey.
This is your road.
You’re not doing this to hurt me.
You just need to be in control.
And when I extend this hand of friendship, I can only hope.
You’ll know it’s my demanding heart that you hold.
We fade forever into the cosmos.
Only the ghosts truly know.
Only the ghosts truly know.
Only the ghosts truly know.
We fade forever into the cosmos. –Michael David Ament
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