Elucidating Questions

There is the repeat in dreams, the silence of the morning. The realisation that this will be long, lonesome, and nothing.

Watching those around living their dreams and growing, finding love and living.

Silence in a box, at the mercy of nothing.

Endless days of emptiness and solitude.

Seeing them enjoying while trapped, muzzled, nothing.

Seeing those who get to play and sing, while years of silence as the voice forgets how.

Tricked into false hope that today wouldn’t come.

The knowledge of a life wasted before it’s over, nothing to do nothing to gain only watching as it gets worse.

Years long.

Years alone.

Years watching.

A long time. A long end to wasted nothing, staring at the end of the road and wanting it to come closer.

It’s not short, it’s too far, and I have to go there alone

I have to go there alone.

I wish I could leave.

Planets risen in the evening light, love and justice, after all, just a journey to find a place. And the two who have risen to take a place indeed.

To let the love know that this one light stays, singing to the number one lover of the system, even with others gathered.

There is a golden star.

The Horizon appears on fire, the sky screams overhead,

That this answer breaks.

Of course it does, as it does every day. After all the song didn’t.

Sent for the proof of something never found, sent to try to find it.

And how unfortunate.

Red skies climbing up the side of the mountain, the hues bleeding through on top.

Shreds of the wind the oranges of the second horizon, the pinks and greys as the dark blues fade in.

Thicker air of an evening of still air, the light of the first far away light.

Jupiter rising over the skies as the first of the night awakens and a far away metal bird cuts through the sky.

A single missing evening star, whose drums play clear, in any regard.

At the lip of Twilight as the colours bleed away into the night, before the darkness sets the night’s colours alight.

Goodnight to one star, and good morning to billions,

Good night to some stars, good morning to others.

To the one left behind who must be resting. The need to recover in order to return, how it must feel to be wondering how it all goes.

As the sun sets down where it has gone from there, and the evening sets in the summerlike air, taking a breath and getting some sleep.

Those whose bodies gave in were simply those who needed rest. Not to mean losing or anything of the like, simply a time for rest and thoughts.

I wish you some quiet and hope you don’t feel alone.

Watching the sun sink farther away as the world spins and the oceans pour around, the bubbling of water and the pounding of the drum,

The words that fall out and the people who hear, all those who listen and know not to fear,

The ever spinning world and her ever changing sphere.

Fighting for my caged heart trapped by bars of days

Fighting to feel alive and wanting to stay

How I want to run away to you, beyond the barriers,

To the city of wind, wanting to hear you singing again

A note or a melody, a tune, a beautiful part of you.

I wish you would let me explain, I wish you could hear,

And know that I truly am sincere,

Though unrequited, I do understand, I love you

A gentleman who art across the land.

Staring down on a spinning pearl, a beautiful gem, my whole world.

As it spins and shines, the centre of mine, the songs of the deep that sing it to sleep and teach the dance.

The guardian watching overhead, merely watching from above, even from within, it is clear, there is beauty, the songs are real.

Even unheard and even unseen, the same love sent to them, in a gleam.

If showing the warmth of knowing the feeling, and listening quietly to the quiet thinking as checking and double checking and testing begins,

Hoping a good day and a party to those ones.