darium

I feel you running through my veins, I feel you deep within my bones. I close my eyes, I take a breath. Though nothing's here, I'm not alone. Dancing across my mind, your searing Steps are burned in memories. I try to sing you into light-- How cyclical is history! When will I break free? When is it over? Please, will you wake me When this is over? Heaven and Hell are Open before me. How is it so hard? Blinded, though I see. I lived you out in every light, But I'm no better than before. You put a smile on my face Before you dragged me through the floor. Drenched in Arabian perfumes And washed in Neptune's roaring seas, Th

Red-tipped fire Like a funeral pyre, And the outside seems Like an alchemist's dreams. Falling embers: All we have to remember Of this sky-held flame-- And we'll be just the same. I look around; to my surprise There's not a trace of crying eyes, Even as life fades away. And all that I can think to say is, Who knew death could be so beautiful? Branches, chutes, And ethereal roots Let a Lifetime bring Forth an eternal Spring. Those unborn We don't grieve anymore Than the ones that die-- Just a difference in time. Lives, like falling leaves, are found Descending slowly to the ground, But hope is sprung because we know Tha

October 17, 2003 6:45 AM            An alarm clock went off for the second time.  It belonged to John Strauss, who had set it to go off at exactly 6:30 AM.  It had dutifully done so, and in return received a tired slap on the head.  Fifteen minutes later it made another attempt.  There was a slap, a click as the alarm was turned off for good, and then some rustling as John sat up in his king sized bed with off-white colored sheets.  At least, he thought they were off-white; indeed, they were actually bone colored, but John could never te