Memory Blasts

These moments long to unite...

  Knowing all was meant to stop.
   To begin.
     To feel the end.
       Yet we must add our plot and some demise to this guise.
         An escape from the ugly truth- that we are not forever
           That I was sent to encounter this age- to watch and observe the youth filled flight
             To see one more night-
                For words to brake light-
                   To return back to the dream that is our reality so harshly misconstrued-
                      We are fading glass- subtle yet sharp-
                         My truth is hidden in the dark-
                            Where mysteries are best kept secret- Wondering If this is just a dream-
                               Or do words just follow me?
                                  Whose saving who? Or are we all to be of this one tree- full of life
                                      Again only a dream-
                                         The multitudes of our realities-
                                            None are fully realized...
                                               Taking shots into the midnight air-
                                                   Still the middle expounds and always surrounds us to escape
                                                       Their lies divide.
                                                          Your truth combines our love as love should always be