When this love dies,
Will you tell me,
Or will you drag out my heart,
Tearing me apart, piece by piece.
When this love dies,
Will you tell me,
Or hide away in two’s security
Quietly wishing not to be.

Leave then.

   If it so pleases you.

             I cannot take hold of why you wish so

But I cannot force you by my side, freedom a blessing.


I will tell you one thing though, that I find hard to pair with your leaving

                     That if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me

               And we will be as one once more

So leave if it so pleases you

I’ll see you again.


On the wings of a saint.

twilight.


new moon.


eclipse.


breaking dawn.



beautiful words were they

with beautiful meanings

and beautiful imagery

before they became a series.

Every morning angels interrupt
my dreams of missing you
just to remind me
dawn is a reason to be hopeful
so I wonder..........
will this be the day
that I leave the grief behind
the day I finally capture light?

Reaching into the first sunbeams
marveling at their warmth
I slowly close my fingers
but cannot catch one.
They dance and shine around me
like something ineffable given.

Like those elusive sunbeams,
you shined on me
but I held too hard,
foolishly thinking that your light
could ever be captured
in my simple hands.