aaronbyrnepoetry

You strike the match. Let the flames glow bright, through the night. She spoke, confessions of obsessions, my dear. Lips caked in dust, in fear they shake. Leaving woes upon prose to crash in their wake. To ride between lines, on a page, as they rust, as they age. Her words, trail into the air, and the light begins to dim. Secure, lost in the abyss, to kiss the stars above. Embers meet the ground, words lost in sight, in sound.

My dear, The love, you say, you fear, But I’ve fallen for your eyes a thousand times. Though walls and worlds apart, It was you. And the love we’d one day find, Was confined To the deepest depths of your mind. So this, My oath, my word, my vow, To be a light year away from where we are now. For with time, we shall grow. And with time, we shall surely know, Which way the winds want us to go, Where to be. Whether it be with you, be with me.

Dear remorse, However long you may linger, I know Brighter skies await. Carry me upon the wings of a raven, Haven of the soul, mind, soon entwined With tales of woe from a world we used to know. Lost in reverie, we'd breathe through smoke, through skies, Golden smiles and violet eyes. Sit upon the shoulders of giants, Where the tainted seems pure.

Through closed eyes, you shine. You remain, in a mind so unkempt, all I have ever dreamt. But I must awaken, and rise with sun, just to fall with the moon, for you, I do. With lips sealed tight, for I'm scared you'll know how I love you so. When dreams collide, they spill secrets once confined, leaking truth and treachery from the windows of your mind.

Our ships float close under sunlit skies, hovering above Atlantis. We claimed the ocean miles as our own, an underwater district which we would call home. Drown. Suffocate with Neptune, as heavens burst through violet haze. Your gaze, splits the nebula, infinite space, and explosions in a faraway place. And when the sun should close its eyes, you'll sail afar. To climb electric vines, and lay in the arms of the storm.

When the butterflies caged in my ribs, break free, they'll guide you to me. Explorations through infinity, following an atlas through the stars, illuminating felicity as they sail by. Wings, flood the nebula with colour. Drown in the kaleidoscope clouds, and watch as butterflies, drift between buttermilk skies.

It feels like years have flown, since the seeds of forever were sown, and the gardens of eternity were grown. Once, I grabbed you by the hand, fed you words you'd never understand. Our trust and devotion were new, but so rapidly they grew, and the garden the world once knew, became wild. Our vines stretch to the skies, and continue to rise, even today, they tickle the stars a lifetime away.

Set sail, on your voyage to felicity, with no vessel but the butterfly wings on your back to guide you home. Your atlas is amongst the stars, routes of silver rivers, and diamond constellations in the sky, to follow as you fly. And when you reach the radiant splendour, through your night-time tunnel of eternal abyss, You'll fall like platinum rain to the floor, when your wings are too weak to soar.

I never knew how quickly I would go, from the person you loved, to a person you used to know. So quickly, you turned, from the love that I yearned, to a love that I never deserved. I walk these velvet tightropes, between the lovers, the loved and the lonely. Never to know where I fall, if at all, but for you, I do, even though I'm just words on a page, in due time, our love will be new once more, because it's all that we have to live for. Our distant endeavors may appear bleak, from the woe that the past has shown me. But these are the words I've been longing to speak, to the lovers, the loved and the lonely.

Bright lights, with me, venture into the fairground, carnival music and strobe lights surround you and I. We ride this ferris wheel to the sky, taste the galaxy, sing this symphony of starlight from the heavens. Fall from the glowing nebula, and hypnotise ourselves on teacups. Spinning like records, midnight melodies. Sprint through the house of mirrors, confirmation of imagination. A chance to reflect in reflection, and embrace this child-like affection. I climb the observation tower, and see you foxtrot through the fields of infinity, and divebomb into my arms.