Time in Letters

Short months soon become a short year.

And quite ironically,
That which you seek was found.
Not as expected, but regardless of fate,
It is what you wanted all along.

Now claim your debt, time.
Show your vastness to all.
You never end, don't you?

There is no way to stop you, to keep you right where I want.
Would you lie if I asked?
Or better yet, would I even dare ask?

Break me a second like June states midyear.
Give me a reason to repay tenfold your presents.
Coming stages will not be the same,
Without the time I knew...
Where time again I see through you and grasp nothing of your sense...

Fake me an hour like lunchtime forgotten.
Tell me why there is no joy when keeping your tracks.
Tomorrow will not be the same,
Without the time I knew...
Where time again I see through you and fail to see your purpose...

Take away a year like imprisonment steals life.
What determination you hold when trying to escape?
My cell will not be the same,
Without the time I knew...
Where time again I see through you and forget to take note...

Time, when did you pass by?

Uncertainties

If I could, I would tell you a secret,
If I could, I would show my shadows,
If I could, I would ask you of your demons,
If I could, I would do much...

I wonder what is it that binds me today?
For I know the truths that speed you.
And yet I am unaware of the truths that slow me.
Supervising an affair, never the goal.

Plans and roads to take, of which I asked...
None were replied.
I did not understand...
You wish to invest into a greater love...
Placed so much in the line without reason...

Asking too much in so little time...
Alas, you are brave one...
Yet, I need to see more... I need to feel more...

Now I know... After time has passed...
And yet you failed to notice...
Now you know... After all this time...
You closed the doors on your own...

Sunflower

Silently waiting... stalking with glances...
Undressing with thoughts...

'Anatomy', she said, 'is a passion of mine'.

Hungry lioness, reminds me of times forgotten.
When the early knife still was sharp
To unflesh the gallows in every gap.

Alas, but she comes with demons of her own!

Should she know the shadows that provoke me,
Or the devils that implore me...

She is cursed just like I...
But still her wounds go deeper than just the heart,
And yet her fear is reluctant of acknowledgment.

Will she ever see, will she ever know...
I wonder... oh yes... I wonder...

Her Story

Simply said:
There are no words I could offer.
No explanation that would comply.

She made up her mind...
She made up her truth...
Her fears rendered the reality she so much despised.

There is no true bond when fear is met
And repetition inevitably kills it all.

Just like oceans break the stone...

Just like wounds bleed undone...

She made up her story...
She made up her reasons...
Her fears rendered the thoughts that I portrayed.

There was no reason to salvage it
Even if hope still remained.

Just like a broken sword...

Just like a shattered hope...

Simply said:
There are none...

Gray

There are issues left behind, used matches.

Shift from white to black,
No gray in the middle, please.

My soul seems darker than before.
At least it matches, it figures.

Waiting is patience and thought:
True for truth-seekers.

An almost empty box.
Almost empty.

But one match is needed only... to light it all in flames...
And send the gray shadows away...