Dariane

We are nestled warm with safety in the silent presence of each other, surrounded by the comfort of a blanketing love. I promise to never leave her. We will never share this exact moment again. Time will pass, as it always does and both her and I will grow to change like sweet seasons. Yet like old souls, truth remains and nothing can ever steal such blessings. I look at her with a passion to live youthful at heart and playful in mind for that is the only way to exist pure, like her and with her. Perfect as porcelain her beauty is precious, like no other inside nor out. Such a young figure has taught me much and with imagination I will not lose touch. She sleeps, dreams sweetly I hope and I wonder where life will eventually take her. Her small nose whistles gently as she breathes out the day of play and I inhale the peace of her exhale as it pushes all life's hardships away. I am happy and I admire her rest. I remember youth, I remember five years of life at it's best. I remember the importance of an angel, as a child and a guardian. And because of this, I have nothing to give, but love. Like a soft sponge she quenches it with hope and that is simply enough. I have been given something beloved to fight for. Her being is invigorating and of it's radiance I am gifted, lighting my life ever so bright. And in return, I will forever remain by her side.

North Hollywood

Stranger

She came to me because I searched for her. From a distance her aura drained so quickly, as if her most prized possession was taken, lost. I watched this young and joyous girl dissolve like a sugar in hot tea. We walked into a room, alone, away from all the chaos and pressure. I stood behind her, close. Her reflection reminded me of what it was like to be potent with pureness yet so quickly, tainted with poison. The lights were dim, almost dark. The only glow came from the holiday lights which dangled on the frame of the mirror before us. She stood bold but now broken. Her face pale, lush rose lips and cheeks flush raspberry pink, as if she ran through a snow covered hill to escape the imprisonment of her temple, her body. The red coat she wore screamed with brightness like fresh blood from an open wound, dripping with the sorrow of this world's stabbing stroke. She became a sad story. The one's we hear of so often yet never believe they happen until they do. And yet I did nothing but watch. Watch her soul rain virgin tears as she spoke only when she was able to control her breath which broke by the silent sobbing of shock. I felt a pinch like reminder, a slight rage yet a silent numbness. How could I save her? I wanted to do nothing but hold her and tell her I knew exactly how she felt, how intense of an ache one could take. How beautiful she still was, betrayed but ever so radiant for she aches now yet yearns for strength, hurts deeply but believes still. I held her close, until I felt the calmness in her breathing. Silence was broken and her promise was spoken. To never again lose herself, to a nameless stranger.

Run or Reign

This is all I have left to give. Standing tall with the last strings of strength I know. I could act upon nothing but watch the motion of fear and dreams take over the wish of what we wished together. It rains heavily today. Exactly one hundred and two days since I last touched love, since I have felt the rain cleanse my truth. Time moves slowly with mourning. The morning is quiet yet sharp. I open my heart and free all that I have locked in. Today is my day. Finally, moisture fills the air and I feel and hear nothing but the soft tickle of what I can not even see. Like the piano ripples from a bitter song, a love song, our song, still I am reminded constantly of a summer haze. It does not end. Love does not end. There was never an end. Yet, I sit on the top edge of these high walls, in the castle that I have solely built, in which I rest and find comfort knowing I can reach the stars, still. I forget not, ever. I remember these past dreams and like shooting stars, I watch how quickly they pass and vanish but still oh how beautiful. I wish nothing but the best for you, too. I am ready to lay bare and vulnerable, face to face with this crying sky. And with tears from both you and I, embrace such soulful drops into my loving eyes.