"Maybe in some parallel universe we found each other.....we are meant to run toward one another....chances are, I'll never know." Erin Van Vuren

Darkness lingers

Before the dawn

Of awareness and revelation.

I stretch out my hand

And touch the air.

I can feel it:

The curious vibration

Of a parallel universe.

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From the other world

You step in, a seeming

Vision but not quite reality.

Yet, when my eyes

Reach yours,

I know the secret:

You are trespassing

Into my orb of time.

*

For endless moments

All thought is suspended,

I am transfixed

By your gaze.

Longing suddenly encompasses -

I desire it all.

Still, I know you are mine for

A mere macrocosm in time.

*

Time's vibration

Crescendos, settles, and flatlines.

You know it, you feel it, too:

Here, wrapped within

Our private cosmos

We love enduringly and

Know each other to the depths

Of our souls.

*

But of a sudden,

A celestial flash of light,

The earth shudders anew.

You are gone and

My heartbeat falters.

Like grains of sand

Through splayed fingers,

Our time together has vanished.

*

Whispers, echoes –

Nothing more –

Remain in the dawn's dim light.

The brief eclipse

Of love so divinely felt

Mere moments ago

Disperses in the morning air.

You aren't even a memory.

*

Parallel universes and

Star crossed lovers?

Still, we can't recall

Each other’s visage,

Cannot search high and low

Throughout the universes to find

The ultimate destination:

Indescribable, unfathomable love.

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Thus, a moment is suspended

In the span of our lives,

The rarest opportunity

Evaporates swiftly

Much like the morning dew.

We are none the wiser

Nor will we ever know

The gift of love we missed.

One body, two body, three body, four

When did I become so unfeeling, after the first body or did it take more

How I wish to be socio then my conscience wouldn’t be so plagued

Too many bodies to bury so they stay 6ft above

Too many families left lone and will be buried before their beloved

I am not a murderer, at least that is what I say, as the term is thrown in my face every day

A simple leader of a nation trying to help

They attacked us, though it sems quietly kept, but I’m to blame for not retreating a step

So, I’ll send more soldiers, though many have died and there are many who don’t know when they will draw their final breath

I used to cry, I wept, when someone died after all every life is precious

Now when a soldier dies, I just think of my next aggression

Heartless maybe, my heart has hardened, what else could it do, to be soft is to be a target, it’s been proven true

Maybe if all the corpses were stacked at my feet the feeling may differ

But at the moment everyone feels so far that the distance is meaningless

So, call me what you will, murderer, tyrant, evil, hero, brave, monger.  These are titles that I carry

For my nation will not fall today and I pray not any

Though today seems to be an extension of the last day and the next

For how many days have past I do not know

All have seemed like one, with the sun and the moon simply being pests.

I do hope my time comes soon for I need a rest

But I shall continue to fight today for I do not now when I will draw my last breath

Win or lose this misery I’m sure I’ll still meet my fate

Hunted for being a relic or prosecuted for my mistakes

But they still see me as their leader, so I know of my duty

To die as I lived in rebellion of me, I want to scream, I want to cry, I want to hide, but only after I protect this city.

I see

The little boy

Drowning

As he walks

Further in

The ominous lake

Where piranhas

Are swimming

My paint brushes

Stroke shades

Of black against

The canvas

As I see

Him return

5 times a day

To the fog

Could it be

He has found

Happiness

In this illusion

Could it be

If I follow

Him

I too

Will become

Delusional

When the clock

Strikes the time

For him to come

I follow

And into the

Fog

I see a garden

A haven

Of lilies

A scene with

Colors that

My paint palette

Can’t resemble

Looking back

In a toothy

Smile

The little boy

Hands me

New colors

A paint palette

With so much potential

In the garden of love,

a fragile bloom,

Two souls intertwined,

their hearts consumed,

But storms brew silently-

in the distance.

As fate tests the strength of their existence.

life's ballet begins,

A tapestry of dreams woven with stardust pins,

Each step a birth, a bloom, a wondrous flight,

As souls alight on Earth,

stars' whispers ignite.

But amidst this grand ball,

a shadow does loom,

The dance of the broken

where souls find their competition,

where beauty unravels,

Revealing its final state.

But in the dance of love's embrace,

Hearts bloom anew,

with steadfast grace,

Transformed by love's enduring art,

The beauty of healing,

gifting a brand new start.

Loving ones self.

revolutionising the heart

That's the real question.

When seen; the lifeless laid there.

Is Nature to blame?

TheEnd

i'm thinking of burying

her in roses

this beauty remained

pedestrian for too long

carriers of flesh

may we bear less