Author: ace mars lest july

traverse through the city
gather what you need
follow closely to my lead

burning down societies remains
leftovers of industry
the glow attracts the flame

sidewalks adorn with memories
buildings whistle screams
open doors to empty dreams

fight to continue
breathe a few more hours
hope the light comes another day

lost souls sink
below concrete and ash
brittle bones buried

strength in numbers
cut off to divide
weakness multiplies

seek the comfort of tomorrow
while you struggle for today
just remember who you were
yesterday

grasping cold hands
holding them close to my chest
rest your head on my shoulder
cry with me as we grow older

we can share burdens
learn from mistakes
voices change with age
but feelings stay the same

though our hearts never merged
eyes locked on others
bonds were formed
tightly woven – somehow divine

photos of yesteryear
let us embrace nostalgia
for memories of desire
longing for success

remain close to me
lets not sever ties
keeping eyes open
look for signs in the sky

no one alike
a feeling of comfort
of security
of trust

stay at my side
my friend
my accomplice
my lifelong
ally

as i wrestle
in my dreams
shake with rage
wake in despair
do the images
fade away slowly
or shine vividly
for me to forget
remembering fear

does twilight
cover my face
as moonbeams
freeze in my
windowsill silently
disappearing as
sunrise welcomes
echoing days
of endless hours
to be awake

as dusk
takes cover
of land before
my own eyes
take their last
glance of stars
shining their end
a subtle demise
for a simple sign
to set in motion
a cycle to repeat
until you shine
one last time

if i took a piece of string,
put it in place,
at our first glance – would you look ahead?

each significant moment,
marked with a red ribbon,
curled with a recollection of our time together.

the breaks of our union,
cut bits and frayed out lines,
some with scorch marks – smoke billowing.

with our rejoining,
knots and promises,
like a band-aid on a deep cut – bleeding through.

the very end,
a sudden halt,
to our very last embrace – a dead-end.

would you look ahead,
to see the future laid out,
the ribbons, cuts and knots?

i fear it’s best,
we live it out,
to learn from our journey – past and present.

let the future be obscured until the end.

we rode off
along the escarpment
over the railroad tracks
after the crooked turn

the houses
in the rear
shrinking as we ascend
the sky growing ahead

reaching trees
welcome us at the top
as we join
the broken gravel road

tires grumble
stone fling against
dirt and dust fly
storming as we ride

passing by fields
deep ditches
busted mailboxes
animal carcasses

your home on the corner
broken wooden fence
broken down sedan in the driveway
i look over

to the open door