Our planets assemble themselves, we can feel the...
The Apocalypse...

Colors of the Tuscan sun flood the early risers of...
Myself among the anticipating...

I pray for him tonight as I lay my head on the...
The silent tears stream down my face...

I sigh as the iridescent snow silently cascades...
Everything is turning gray with worry...

The swing, the backyard, made out of rope and wood
Tied to that old gnarled maple crooked as can be...

I watch you drive along the familiar highway
The laughter floats from the car to the clouds...

I grow older with every waking moment
While you stay in the fountains of youth...

There she is
That girl on the bench...

Lets frolics among the sinless without a care
Carrying our hearts high above our heads...

I crunch through the fallen autumn foliage
My thoughts high above the towering treetops...

I sit on the pew silent and unmoved as a dying...
The priest’s eyes wander to my still mouth...

Stop.
I said stop...