White Sand

Looking through, sifting through white sand for a grain of dark. The sun lifting from the white clouds reflecting on the ground with a spark. A rekindle, a reflection of long years of struggle. Now, all I have is white sand, bright lights, and a demand to finally find something dark. Sifting through these hopeful years of new plans, new days, new romances to lay upon the pillow. Sounds from stilettos hitting concrete floors embedding my mind. Crouching, digging until my knees give and I'm sitting with legs crossed in this hot molten sand burning my hands. Sifting, looking for something, anything of color is what I demand. As the sun sets, a cold breeze is felt in the air, staring at the sky, then looking back at the sand that has now turned to charcoal. From elbows down, filled with black powder dust. Feeling empty, cold, helpless, who can I trust? The musk in the air is reminiscent of foreign pilots who shower once a week. Weak, my desire fulfilled and entered into its peak. Speak but only whispers are heard. Absurd but what I have worked hard for to find is everywhere. Spare the pity as I sift through the dark, charcoal sand looking for one grain of white.

Fallen Deeper

Fallen deeper into a trance with my eyes on you. Sheltered by the presence of your warm embrace. To never hate but love all of your flaws, weaknesses, and above all, I keep falling for the complete package that is you. Faith compels even the most trying souls to a destiny that can only be described as fate. Escape into what the chase of life has always promised. Give in with everything a heart can only want and feel the pump of passion filter blood into a life full of love. Death of the timid, awakened with ever lasting life. Hoping you will be here to lay with me. At the very least for this last night.

Fallen deeper into a trance with my eyes on you. Hoping for the chance to dance with, float the idea of words that take a lifetime to finally say but can only be described as true. Looking for a clue to how a thought process from you deciphers through what is true or false. No clause into what can only be described as butterflies dancing around fields of blooming flowers. With every passing hour that is spent, I feel bent and wonder why someone can be attracted to a man with a pocket full of lent. Awakened even in a catatonic state to another day you lay with me. Even if it is for this last night.

Fallen deeper into a trance with my eyes on you. Give way, break free to another day. Awake to an empty bed. Was this just a dream, another filtered fantasy dancing around in my head. You, me, no longer. Just glad we had that last night. You, me, no longer, even if it was just a thought resting in my head. Now a memory to never leave as long as I'm alive taken with me even when I lay still in my eternal bed.