Fragments of Life...

And as the crisp wandering dawn folded into day I rest peacefully in the fields enclosed in sleep. Beautiful things haunting my dreams. Two moments passed, then the sun fell onto my face, in pillars of light and warmth my stinging eyes opened. The reeds and grass below covered my hands and arms in tears as the yellow light washed their bodies with melting frost. The colours of dreams still lingered behind my eyes. The scent of perfume against her neck. The shadows of birds flying overhead helped me adjust to the day. Fragments of dust from the night still slept on my eyelashes, waiting for me to rub them away. 
If we knew that every moment was a memory and all of those stitched together make our life, would you share a moment with me? To feel the presence of life in a hallway, or a forgotten kiss placed upon your lips.

Memories...

It's not that she wasn't wonderful, it's just her life had been overtaken by better memories. Like an endless song forever preserving a moment, continuing a kiss, inspiring love. Nothing ever left her heart, but her mind was constantly giving. Her thoughts twirled around fake memories of what could have been. Nothing is worse than the feeling of life wasted.

The Love of Night...

Lets dance here in the rain, the night watching you kiss me. Clouds licked the sky, carrying messages between stars as the day began to close between us. The moonlight framed the drops of water falling from the velvet sky, lighting up your features as they kissed your face. Your blue eyes reflecting through the rain that slept on your eyelashes momentarily. I was dreaming wide awake. Autumn leaves brushed around us enclosing us in a moment. I closed my eyes as we slipped through a cloud, falling into a pool of stars.
So this is what it's like to spend 15 minutes dreaming?

Feels Like Home...

They find a place in the sun and sit together for hours. Carefree, naked. They only know hunger, pain and love. The wild is their home and it holds them well. Resting in the snow that sparkles in the morning sun, they don't know that I love them, they don't know my day began with doubts, worries and sadness for reasons I can't explain, and that their simple act of existing made me rethink my woes, find happiness and wonder in their simple lives and desire for it myself.

Faders in the Night...

We broke apart the night, your breath still coated the window, your lips still made a mark. I didn’t mean to listen in, empty words dripped from the corners of your mouth, the snow told me your secret, all our sentences left unsaid. The sunset kissed the tip of the horizon one last time, the moon lay in the arms of the sky forever. All the things I liked were taken from me in the night. Even though we lay together, I knew I would never meet you. Promises broke between us lining the Earth with thin air. We were fading, the dark was so bright it hurt my eyes. Take me back to the edge of the world so you might see me falling.

A Moment with Strangers...

The cool winter fell against me, I could feel it in my thoughts. My dreams opened a window of life that spilled onto the pages of reality. 
I waited in the park for the sun to fall between the buildings, office lights were still turned on. People milled around accidentally a part of moments that weren't theirs.
But then all at once no one was a stranger. Everyone looked up as the dim sun that gave us life, said hello to another day and goodbye to another night.

Another Version of Perfect...

We fell from heights unknown, like feathers to the ground our eyes still closed from birth, the nooks behind our ears still wet. Dust settled, the concrete held our form. We would walk, talk and play, but we still didn’t know our names and would drown if put near water. We stand closely so we don’t forget what it’s like to be in this boat, no compass, no map, just a hand to hold.  Our eyes eventually open, but then we can’t hear the day, everything flows past us, no one has anything to say.  We scream and yell, but no sound is made, with only our memories to hold the love of words, slowly drifting away. When we get back to the shore the sun hurts our eyes, we forget what it's like to whisper inside a moment that’s passing us by. Our fingers old and wrinkled, our minds dull but full. 

Fear doesn’t touch us here because we know, it’s time to go back home.