Dearly Beloved

You can’t always see the stars shine at night. They seem so dim, as if they’re about to fade. And yet, you stay, waiting for them to burn bright.

I can’t give you their light, but I fight to bring you the sun.
To shun the dark, to end the night. The weight of the universe weighs down on my back, and my heart is about to crack. I know you see, the burden it is to me.

I want to make you believe.
The shadow here, the empty space.
It comes and goes, when memory’s wave flows.

I’m not lost, just burning low.
No smile, no glow.
But my voice is clear.
To you, my dear: Please hold on.
Don’t miss me, I’m not gone.

The Always

It just… always escapes me.
Forever far. Forever fleeting.
The stars never seem to line up.

The world never spins my way.
Aways running. Always racing.
The harmony is never in sync.

It just…always escapes me.
Infinitely distant. Intimately scarce.
It pains me to say, the scale is never even, never in line.

The circles all look square.
Hatefully out of reach. Painfully untouchable. The shapes are never what they really are, or what they need to be.

I always wonder where they are.
The scattered pieces. The spilled out feelings. Broken up across the plain.
I can’t remember when they were the same.

It just… always escapes me.
In my hands, then out of mind.
It just… always escapes me.
Friends for a breath, strangers the next. It just… always escapes me.
Changing with the tide, ever expanding our divide. It just… always escapes me.

Dance of Moon and Sun

Beating hearts of two and one.
Overflowing passions, and lust. The ever-looming threat of temptation between Moon and Sun. Forbidden feelings, the allure of sin. Ignoring all, for the pleasures that hide within, and behind the closed doors.

Blood, bonded. Shaking, shifting, quaking floors. Screams, moans.
The sounds that wake the bones.
Beauty in the corrupt arts. The longing from Moon to Sun, and in opposite turn, does the Sun’s heart burn. The kiss, the touch, soon starts.

Pin down, pull down and enter in.
The haunting melody, the cursed hymn. Exciting, motivating, encouraging the thrust. Giving it all, and pushing the trust. Tied down, tied up, and deeper still. Tormented by the heart turned ill. It pours out, and flows in. The proof of lust, the proof of sin.

Intertwined, intermingled, the sharing of one sky. The two repeat their dance, and forget the time. Sun and Moon, together still. Overcome in the moment, slaves to the feel.