Brzostek

Needle to record, As needle to skin, One to play memories, The other digs in. Oh never forget, So commonly missing, We continually write, Please constantly listen. To warp and to wither, To scar and to fade, To last forever, Nothing is made. So grasp at your dreams, All you hold dear, Anchored so close, Ever so near. Either aural with music, Artistically inked, Preserve the heart, Before its extinct.

The molten sky collides with the horizon, Hillsides erupt in a brilliant glow, Flooding the forests and ethereal clouds, Adjacent streams set ablaze, A sight I've seen too many times, Longing to reach this celestial firestorm, I hurry towards the horizon, My lungs burn as the skies before me. Step after step the earth shakes underground, Despite my efforts the distance grows, As does the desire in my heart, I'm failing as I have before. Earthen wicks flicker and shorten, Vegetative embers retreat back down trees, As soon as the blaze breathed and spread, It recedes and sprints towards darkness. On my toes to reach its heels, Gracing limit

It seems rather quickly, For attachments to be bound, Getting strung by invisible hands, Pulled tighter by the minute. Webs in a tangle, Leaving me wrapped and entwined, I'd never dare to be cut free, A hint of security and comfort. Tied around your finger, You hold me at arm's length, Yet you've never been within reach, Just the view is good enough. Pulled in all directions, Fooling myself it's my own doing, The lines weave and spin, I've lost all control.

My grip always loosens, As the horizon melts, The stars fade with haste, The moon laughs at me. As the sun drifts in, My dreams slip away, Not quite quick enough, To keep them close to me. The fantasies of far, Hold this elusive grace, I only get a glance, But never a taste. Yet I wish to wake, With these dreams in hand, As if I'm still asleep, In a lucid land.

Her voice plays upon my ears, Like a serenade from Sinatra, Exciting my eardrums, Ending any doldrums. Crystalline eyes of a warm hazel tone, Bright enough to melt most of my heart, Puts me at ease with nearly everything, When I look at her I am vulnerable to nothing. Reddened wings of a sunburned tint, Descended down to make dreams come true, An angel familiar with the skies, A true goddess of surprise. I feel a great level of fortune, For meeting and being with her, A gift from Cupid, she must be, For how else would she wind up with me? Could it be by chance or by fate, That our paths have converged, Possibly a mistake by

Does waiting get us anywhere, A question that has been branded into my mind, Can change happen if you sit and be still, Like rain to an empty pool can fill. During a moment this past autumn, I reached a solid conclusion, That time alone can change one's life, To potentially bring in happiness and end strife. For some weeks of the fall time chill, My painful patience eventually paid off, I was content again and loneliness was buried, No longer left behind my heart was carried. But in time we all wake from our dreams, Flaying fantasy from spirit and warmth from body, Shattering views on the power of time, The sands of the hourgla

Happiness is long walks through campus, Through rain, wind and snow, Continuing on with no destination in mind, An absence of responsibility, a neglect on time, Happiness is being lavished with laughter, Even when my jokes are not funny, Hearing joyful giggles and heartfelt sighs, I feel warmed by the look in your eyes. Happiness is having a reliable caretaker, Easing both physical and emotion pain, From stress of studying and fevers of flu, Not a single word is enough to express appreciation of you. Happiness is being saturated in magnificent music, Fingers delicately strum chords and melodies, Accompanied with a voice of vibra