Empty Love Dreams

When the vertical streams of fiery swooning florescence beams upon the ambiance of that day, I still feel the breathing, I still feel the rush of blood rising through my nostrils, I still feel the tears that washed my face with salt and burnt like alcohol. I know what happened, but why would I know. Why would I explain what happened when it's not true in my own mind.

My hands are frozen and my eyes are boiled over. The status of where I am- to far for anyone to comprehend. I see the green hills and the maple trees. The natural lights swirving in different directions, all leading north. Over each hill there is a straight mark down the middle of brightness. The green blue colors of the sparse trees make the fence lines fade out. I only see the loneliness of this. I only see the empty spaces in between. I only see the lonely person sitting on top of the hill and seeking compassion among millions and billions of rebellion people.

I almost see the end point.

The way you looked decoded what you felt. Kissing me on my head to make me feel better. This will not make me feel any better then the first memory of you kissing me. I can see your okay, and it makes me less of myself. Be hurt, just as you hurt me. The cold is not cold anymore, it is chilling and fearful. I don't know what happened in my own mind.

I let the world have me after that. The movements you made me make were earthquakes upon my life. Moving everything out of order, and much time is needed to rebuild.

You cared for me when I was sick, and you helped me when I was lost. You helped me cope with day to day problems, and you kissed me goodnight even when you were not here. I miss you, but that must be erased as well.

Time is moving slow, but when you said your last words, they stopped completely. The seconds turned into years, and the hours turned into decades.

I will cry tonight, till I see your face in my dreams.

Green acres will take me on a ride,
Down the valley I will distance myself to hide,
Beyond the places that I knew so well,
I wonder not why the lonely lights propel.

Through bleeding of the red yellow skies,
I will say so long, and sit till a new day will arise,