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You were but a stranger
radiating the empty sky,
dwindling the hours
whenever I felt transparent.
*

© Cyrille Octaviano, 2017
time—we set
   that we won't fret
     just to get set
      and not forget

      sleep—an endless feud
    where we get sued
  when we elude
a debt often eschewed

time—you set
  that you won't fret
    just to get set
      only to forget

      sleep—an endless feud
    deliberately sued,
  you just stood
paid the debt; ceased the feud
Don't set the alarm for a second you decided it's all over. I promise, past that second, your nightmare will be all over; just snooze, and you'll see the better days.
L abirynth of
O dysseys
V enturing the
E ther
. . .
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2017
your voice is a
low rasp
disguised as ambiance
you're a
wasp
and I’m the nest
you loud
little
pest
The structures in the clouds.
Sky castles of tomorrow.
Kingdoms of the sky.  
Above world.

I walk the trails of Below world.
With serenity above.
The view of views.
Vaults of heavens and Cities of Arcadia.

I fish the ponds and brooks.
For a late dinner with her.
The evening skies bring the lights.
Hevenly lanterns of Above world.

We dine under the Sky Kingdoms.
As the evening gives way to the night.
The moons ride high.
One crescent and half full.

All is beautiful.
The burning condition,
Burnout of though.
To dream to be,
Impossible for sickly roe.
The rot of being,
The not of doing.
Anxiety, tempting it covers,
A blanket of roughness.
A coffin of distress.
I will bring blackness,
Though empty it may be.
I bring the darkness,
I bring comfort.
Your image still sits
under the red traffic lights
On the other side.

And to watch you whilst
Dancing between the painted
Lines of pedestrian lane,

Your scent left me unmoved.
And to your unnoticed tears
That fell beneath the concrete.

To be chosen by your smile
might be the ugliest way to
Say goodbye to this ugly world.

We could both leave this place,
Cure you over the stars
And be at the moon but

You kissed the dust,
and bled the pavements -
And no one came to save us.
If my poems can put your suicidal thoughts down,
I keep on being a writer.
(even if I'm not.)

I'll keep on finding
the very best metaphors.
(Sorry, I know they're not.)
You
I wish
The oxygen I breathe
Was shared with you.
Every breath intermingling,
Like God simply intended for us.

I find you
In every little thing I do,
In every song I sing,
Every word I write.

If I was any weaker,
I think I'd run far away from you,
Not out of hatred,
But out of fear
Because you're so perfect,
And I'm so damaged.
I don't want to ruin you.
From all the troubles.
Don't make them double.
Through all the pain,
Under this harsh rain.
Listened to "John Mayer - Carry Me Away" and felt inspired.
I thought you seem familiar—

I don’t know if remember you,

From another lifetime,

Where you also let me down—


                                        Just  gentler.
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