The Endless Bridge

To be myself with you as I see,
Feels free, wholesome.
You make me, me.
There you go,
Running through my mind,
In a gush of wind so strong.
Empowering that you are,
You control me,
In a way I adore.
Do so, but gently, please,
For the frailness of a heart,
Plagues into the mind,
And can ruin the bridges,
That take so much to build.

I do love you.
This hurts more than you can imagine.
This distance, this gap, but yet there's something.
Something so strong, so epic,
That keeps me holding on.
Just four letters, then, three words.
They are enough.

Apologise

It's not too late,
For the spring to fade,
For the sun to set,
For the river to flood,
For the wind to gush,
For the trees to split,
For the mountains to shake,
For the flowers to wilt,
For the leaves to brown,
For the forests to disappear,
For the clouds to melt.
It's never too late,
For the Gods to kill,
And for man to give up.

Art

Belief in the admirer,
Crushes to stone,
As he looks upon the painting.
This is his silence,
Withheld surrender,
Rapid words that crush.
The moment stands still,
The words will run out,
But the belief - it stays.
If they gash through the canvas,
Then who is to blame?
He who demolished,
Or she - who became?

The Calling

Falling hard to hit the ground,
And then it shakes to never be found,
Going down to nothing at all,
Reaching low towards its call,
Out of nothing comes the numb,
And then it collapses, all at once.

Someone once told me, you can't have everything.
They couldn't either.