More tears will pour, silently alone as straining heartaches moan. Echo of words fought and screams sought, barreling 'cross my memories archive. But I slowly emerge from that hard long dive. Yet to look into the mirror of time now is a bit harder to do, so unbecoming of the reflection I once knew. Sweet sorrow, purge tomorrow, laughing hollow, what will follow. Sunsets chasing seemingly fade, too busy trying to sift and wade, through these un-real moments made.
Twisted darkmoon rising, to the fallen world's dark demizing. Cloudy within the cobwebs' cotton of memories long past forgotten. Striving to reach out again, taking hold upon a whim while the invisible tears run gently across the heart wound. Holding with the last grasp of clarity, wish it would all heal soon. Until the falling moon fades into distant memories, I await the coming sun's rise upon my knees, and kiss softly the cool coming of the winter breeze.
