Hearts Begin

Open hearts, suffering pity for a forgotten friend.

Windows broken, streets decayed from loss of passion.

Aching for life,

withdrawing into forbidden habits.

She stands with the ghosts that hide in my mind.

A beacon for lost ships,

hope for the dying.

I feel her words upon my flesh,

ever soothing my enflamed body.

An angel to guide the slain back home,

a dream that is achievable.

Without her my life would be nothing.

I would drown in this poisoned lake,

my blood would never feast upon her pure nature.

I will never have the glory of this morning,

shell would lay empty from an emotionless gun.

Yet, I stand here in anticipation for her arrival.

Enjoying a simplest kiss before we depart to home.

Arm to Arm,

I feel alive with her.

I can watch the phantoms play before the flowers of God.

My heart has another to focus upon,

no more death dreams for me to sleep with.

I have awakened in the crystal fields by the strength of love,

time is now an essence for us to grow in and this is my eternal draft of gratefulness for the Gods to witness.