ready fortune, ours to claim
towards future, steady aim
a granted wish to end the pain
sprouting like the spark we felt
flames were fanned and hearts enspelled
crimson as the knife beheld
we soared into the night sky soon
and danced under a winter moon
that wrist not clutched one deadly noon
a place for eyes and souls to meet
we shared embraces, warm and sweet
you ran across that fateful street
sometimes forgotten why we play
the hands we're given every day
you came along to show the way
that power sorely missed
commit, retreat, discard, attack
embrace the heat or burn the deck
like time we're never given back
those moments filled with bliss
exquisitely when you might deign
but never asking why you reign
and still i drag on through the pain
not ready for this loss
for what if, say, i chose not wise
if this is how the vision dies
bleak options i feel on the rise
a bridge too hard to cross
on fertile ground for seeds of doubt
from joining up to checking out
mere number you can toss about
a fool that goes in blind
of feints i never should allow
and playing games so tired now
belay that thorny thought somehow
shunned to the egde of mind
for i'm not what you truly seek
can't be the one that makes you weak
the name you never dare to speak
no, i am but a toy
a stopgap chance, a little bite
just holding out for lightning strike
so tell me what your end game's like
what's my part in this ploy
precious moments to find few and far between
from rapture to rock bottom i careen
in this limbo squirming, can you see me crawl
and i wonder why you had to build that wall
outside this fortress i must scrounge perhaps
for stray saving grace like table scraps
without you there is no shelter from the storm
soaked under clouds with naught to keep me warm
by these phantoms all alone i am beset
the dark thoughts that i can't ever forget
a foe against which i cannot defend
at horizon's promise looms the bitter end
resurgence of despair i can't erase
and distant hopeful echoes i must chase
united in resistance we sustain
restlessly we march on through the rain
disregard the fell call of the void
near fatal but we will not be destroyed
in your presence i take shelter from the storm
you shield me from the clouds and keep me warm
whenever by these phantoms i'm beset
the dark thoughts only you make me forget
a foe against which you and i defend
together we will hold on till the end
wingless i stand in the stench of defeat
glued to the ground, the curse all over me
and that which fills the silence with whispers
i drink its bitter blend of truth and rumour
vain desire out of balance and time
false hopes between eternity and oblivion
why fill this restless heart to the brim
condemned to yearn i must sacrifice
somehow those elusive moments still find me
they trickle fast through my fingers like sand
salvation so close i can almost touch it
taunting and haunting, for i am not worthy
the fool's quest ends only one way
futile and cold after leftover chances
withheld like the missing pieces
never enough and always deprived
into a form forever unreachable
it fails to evoke that sensation
when it whispers those lies again
in which mere semblance cannot
none would fill that hollow outline
it fails to evoke that sensation
withheld like the missing pieces
in which mere semblance cannot
none would fill that hollow outline
never enough and always deprived
futile and cold after leftover chances
into a form forever unreachable
when it whispers those lies again
the fool's quest ends only one way
beyond wishes of old we are touched by the night
until dawn, like a candle, for warmth shall ignite
sprung from the tears and the joy that we share
in the depths of my heart i can still sense its flare
on the surface mere hints spectral facets reveal
making room for the complex reflections we steal
into twilight, the space in between, we submerge
to shoulder the weight of a whole universe
in the wake of times past when i hear you retell
the lore of things true and the myths to dispel
those stories of you light and shadow inscribe
entrusted to listen to you as my guide
into colors and shapes all these memories weave
in rare quiet moments, they grant us reprieve
a body turned poem, your canvas is skin
like the beautiful soul that shines from within
i trace every curve, every intricate line
want to read every word, every verse, every rhyme
drawn like a map for the journey we chose
and the dream of a day when you hold me close
