The fading sunlight bathed everything but us, protected by my quick thinking. My flesh still burned but it was worth a little death to see Josie’s adorable smile. She clung to my arm, and my undead heart shuddered as I felt her happily sigh. I only had foue more days with her before she went back to Chicago and I was destroyed again. She kissed my cheek, pulling me from the future.

“How many girls were you before me?” she asked.

“Oh, I dont know. Thousands.”

“Leta!” she yelled, smacking my shoulder.

“I mean, I had a couple dates here and there in the 1960s but I wasnt really allowed to be with anyone.”

“Because gay people weren’t allowed?”

“What? No. My mom just said no dating,” I said with a chuckle. “Vampires have been around so long that we don’t really give a damn about himan rules. Everything you all think you are breaking barriers with throuhh legislature has been normal for me since I was born.”

“Whoa. I wish I could be a vampire.”

A chill wriggled down my spine. The desire that humans had to be a vampire was beyond me. Living in the shadows, watching everyone you love dying, having to adjust your life and mindset every sixty years because of humans moving another inch towards equality. Josie stirred a bit and I remembered her being there. I tuned into her humming a Spanish song.

“What do you want to do when the sun goes down?” she asked.

“We could probably go to a diner.”

“Can you even eat real food?” she chuckled.

The more she talked, the more I was realizing we didn’t know each other. I sneezed. Josie moved away from me. I covered my mouth, though I was happy she had moved away. Her concerned look instantly made me recant that statement. Shw felt my forehead and looked worried.

"You shouldnt have come out so early, Aleta."

"No, its fine, really," I lied.

"It's not. Come on. I'll walk you home."

I ttied to protest but she pulled me to my feet and we walked through the Necropolis towards my house. Her hand was warm in mine, and she smelled like cinnamon. A breeze blew. The last time I felt this way about anyone was 1916 with Zachary Williams before he pretended he was eighteen and died in war. Neither of them could ever understsnd what it was like to be me, yet like with Zach, I could tell that she was trying. It made me not want to let go when we made it to my front door.

"You sure I can't stay?" she asked.

"My family would eat you alive," I joked.

She chuckled and kissed my cheek.

"Get some rest, okay?" she said.

I nodded and went inside, leaving her on my porch under my favorite blue umbrella.

I know you wear your own radiance

where a moon steals someone's blaze

I know you are huge and persistent

where a moon dress opaque on each passing day.

But do you know, unlike you,

that moon clutches my fist and walk with me

He may plum dark circles

but he manages to reflect me thoroughly.

You were million ages

better than the moon

But just like he conquered sun's glint

He invaded my heart too.

He was close, close enough to hug me

when the entire universe bridled up in its sleepy tone.

And you were far, so far that

when I looked again, you were gone. (far gone)

~

Wings of faith

sculpturing the path

through dust and dews,

knocking the doors of heaven.

In heavy shelved souls

nothing remains but

the fouls of reckon’.

The psalm of prayers

and rue of eyes

begging for mercy

while looking through the sky.

My wings of faith

again, truimph in his empire

as his mercy escapes none;

showering blessings to every hearts,

kind and soft.

And in the blink of an eye

I find myself satisfied and aloft.

~

~

Crimson paints ravelled with emerald layers,

misty haze as shades cream the sphere.

Galaxies sugarcoated in specks of dust,

fragments of rays crashed with bust.

Trees of pine in peace garnished gowns,

the ponds nearby reflecting the pearls amid town.

Between two layers where life inhales;

The earth,a major with roof beyond scale.

As love multiplies with each touch signalled

the colors dance while the universe exhales.

~

#Decastich

Flakes of frost dusting

rage of wind. Rise of monsoon

under winter’s reign.

#Haiku

You were

a distant sea from my plains of sand.

Only if you stayed,

We could have built a dam in a deserted land.

Nonetheless,

If you didn't have me shoved

I couldn't have tunneled a lake,

and filled my void with a euphoria of self love.

There stood you

With a boquoet of white rose;

The roses as pure as snow

And you baffling with the thoghts to shove.

In a cascade of attempts,

You still failed to say,

I waited and again

You were unable to make a way.

On the final run,

You kissed the roses and looked in the eye

I got baffled,

And reflected with a sigh.

Maybe you didn’t love me

Or were shy enough to confess

maybe I was blind to differ

the blue roses over white mess.

But in a moment of awe,

You returned in a breathless attire.

My skin barren

but rushed with a wild desire.

You were in me

and I was in you

You enriched my finger

And I was astounded without any clue.

Our love was like a rose,

Coloured under red hot sun.

Somedays, you pricked me wildly

Other days you caressed me like a bud;

All in the end,it was us as one.

Few days reached few months

The warmth was still like the flamimg sun.

And a day before the anniversary

You said we will stay this forever hun!

Unfortunately, You met your destiny so young

The real destiny of life.

Im left with two parts of you,

The baby and the web of your lies.

In the world of mortals

You promised to give me forever.

How naïve I could be,

Believing the words without any measure.

Whispering through the wind,

A petal as dark as blood

Kissed the earth and forever

Held the spirit sunk in the shallow mud.

I looked at you but you didn’t

I held the the roses but you could not.

Thorns still resemble a life,

But a fallen petal does not.

She walks through a passage

Far across a meadow

Valiant,assured and valorous

The skylight shapes a shadow.

In a desire to accomplish an oath

her vision enlightens and she floats.

The dusk appears when the sun falls

Her soul’s endured and the fear enrolls.

Just like the wind blows,

She stumbles but flows

A melody she feels to sing

In the skylight where the moon’s still.

And the stars show a way more shining

for the approval of the night blinding.

She walks the night all alone

Unescorted by her family,friends or

anything that could be called a home.

And she goes on and on and on

further in the skylight of the rising dawn.