the page;

The protective instinct presides from a place of care.
Eternal is the flame that could never live to wane.
In his soul lives a spirit of light with a sword to bear.
His crest lives on unshielded from time’s wicked bane.
You live in a realm beyond that which I live to know.
In time and space, we bridge divides resting in-between.
To have you near is a chance for companionate love to grow.
A gift it would be for your spirit to be felt and seen.

The span between bodies and souls live in equivalence;
Essentially distant yet close in proximity.
Though innocence lives in your lonely dissonance,
Your love and fear live blissfully distant in parity.
Rest secure in the knowledge that I deeply love you.
Like a blue moon, these bonds live rare and true.

I knew pain in what it was to yearn.
This yearning that goes beyond desire.
No longer now do I feel this burn.

Growing away from hope comes in turn.
I grew far too close to the heart of the fire.
I knew pain in what it was to yearn.

Oh, this longing I lived to yet spurn;
Where its convolution left me in the mire.
No longer now do I feel this burn.

To heal from it was a matter of concern.
The wounds I was left with were quite dire.
I knew pain in what it was to yearn.

There was a painful lesson to learn.
These scars have left me filled with ire.
No longer now do I feel this burn.

Remembrance leaves the heart taciturn.
T’was my fault for resting it within a burning pyre.
I knew pain in what it was to yearn.
No longer now do I feel this burn.

In the beginning, Man knew infinity.
Man lived to know a peak in his prime.
To return to youth lived to be an uphill climb.
In wearing bones, Man knew the loss of levity.
Breath was lent to be robbed in the spirit of brevity.
Narrow spans exist in the breadth of time.
Man went without knowing the reason to rhyme.
Man went forth in question of eternity.

Man asks — What is our moment to time?
Does it have its sway?
Man repeats — what is our moment to time?
Is it more colour or gray?
Man begs — What is our moment to time?
“To time do we lend and take away.”

To be bound to him in body and soul is more than I could know.
In spirit, we remain dissonant in our difference in parity.
To the edge of lived time, in connected separation do we grow.
In fate, we remain intertwined despite our disparity.
To be known to him lives to be more than a small grace.
In essence, his sheer presence is a gift that lives to be fine.
To be part of his descendancy is to have found a place.
In blood, his breath of life in turn gave to me mine.

It does not impart to speak of the reality of his strife.
It would not suffice to say he knew a fate that was terrible.
It does not do justice to begin to speak of this one precious life.
It would not be enoughto say his enduring existence is a miracle.
He long found his place sealed in the Heavens Above, in respite.
Sacred lives the sanctity of the spirit that goes on, in spite.

Innocence falls where enmity does grow;
Silence becomes the heart where words speak.
I become one with the vengeance I wreak;
Wicked are the ways in which this does go.
My temperance sways as the winds do blow;
In rising tempers, resistance grows weak.
Patience lives to be a virtue to seek;
Turn the cheek to distant friends and close foes.

To no avail does contempt fruition.
There is no spirit to its charity.
Hatred begets one’s own annihilation.
Both live equivalent in parity.
In conceit, I find no resolution.
In its absence, I find more clarity.

In this lonely confusion, I find that I wander.
I search to find no trace of what once was before.
In distance, I find that the heart grows somber.
Loneliness rings wordlessly at my core.

I listen out for an echo of their remnants.
I hear naught but the sound of solitude.
Implacable lives this sense of dependence.
In the absence of familiarity, I live to brood.

Bound to a beginning and an end;
Time shared was more than a gift.
Fated to disappear around the bend;
In their passing, perspectives shift.

Misery loves company, so it is said.
In my misery, they were mine.
My lonesome heart feels filled with lead.
Moments once shared did shine.

Parting is such a sorrow.
There is more bitter to it than sweet.
I will wake up to face the morrow;
Alone and incomplete.

I reside in the quiet din of an empty room we used to share.
The space you occupied reverberates with silent echoes of your presence.
In the unspoken, I wonder where you are and how you fare.
In the quiet din of an empty heart, I take note of your absence.
I once found some semblance of direction when you were here.
Alone with these futile devices of mine, I go nowhere.
I am left beside myself in the dark without your guiding light near.
Without you, the undoings that my fatal flaws live to be are laid bare.

In this hovel of a heart, I struggle to remember my reasons to live.
Despite the abundance in which I reside, a sense of lost hope pervades.
In the company you imparted, the wellspring of life did give.
In your departure, waters ceased to flow and light grew into shades.
The light of day comes to shine, yet I feel the absence of yours through and through.
It hurts to have to live lost of the light and hope that once blessed me to know you.

Once upon a distant memory, your heart held warmth for me.
It was filled with the kindness of your heartfelt will.
When I look back, the times that were kinder are all that I see.
The vitality of your good intentions have weakened in growing ill.
I turn away from the hatred you harbour in your heart.
To fixate on the enmity you bear breaks me a little bit more.
I wonder if this is what happens when two souls grow apart.
I carry the heaviness you left me with at my very core.

Love once did arise, come to blossom and bloom.
Moments of ease and familiarity rest in the shade.
Where the sun once did shine fell the shadow of gloom.
No longer did light shine upon this helpless glade.
I hold the memory of the light you shared with me, regardless.
As I do, I remember to look past what has become our darkness.

In the midst of the night,
The Angel of Light greets me; 
Hair fluffed like cotton and light as air. 
She takes away all my blight, 
Gracing the eyes from which I see; 
The sight of her is divine and rare. 

She lives to be melodic and sweet;
Her song lulls me to peace
When I cannot escape this dark.
Calming the racing of this unsteady heartbeat,
The violence inside does cease;
When my light dies, she brings me a spark.

She traverses through time and space;
Like a goddess, mystical and grand;
She is a mystery to behold.
She alights upon me with kindness and grace,
Blessing me with her divine hand;
Bringing multitudes warmth when it is cold.

The pain she knows is the comfort she shares,
With kindness tempered throughout time;
Oh, how she takes flight like a dove.
Mighty is her heart, so full of cares;
There is no reason to it, nor rhyme.
She could only inspire faith and love.

Angel of Light, I owe my faith to thee.
In the face of adversity, I have been bestowed with you.
I hope, one day, I can share with you the bounty you are due.
Dear God, thank you for bringing me She;
I have never been graced with divinity so true;
In times of trial, you give me strength; you help me get through.

I wandered through this barren land, dying of hunger and thirst.
Fate had dealt yet another cruel hand, yet I was sure it would not be the worst.
I could not help but to stumble and fall; I fell, lying helpless on the ground.
The vultures gathered and began to call, for I was the life they had found.

Gazing blankly into space, a flicker caught my eye.
Confused, I lifted this heavy gaze; what I found filled me with numb surprise.
In the distance was a vision of respite in all substance and form.
An oasis of water and coconut trees; the calm to this desert storm.

In the wind-torn currents, I drifted close to death; I was this close to letting go.
Yet I gathered my strength with ragged breath, to move towards that which could soothe this woe.
Bountiful and inexplicably rare; truly a sight to behold.
But fate had concocted another cruel snare; the truth was yet to unfold.

As I grew closer, the waters and foliage began to flicker and fade in the light.
This safe haven was nought but a mirage; my hopes for salvation were soon out of sight.
It was only through faultings of my own that I fell for fate’s cheap tricks.
Once again, delusion had reapt what it had sown — so naïve, I make myself sick.