Interlude II: Sweetness

are you guys proud of yourselves?
must be easy taking all of the bad
only to hold it against each other,
and abandon such delicate beauty.
searching for words, a path,
and our hearts have already found a path.
now we wait on the final word,
the final hammer to strike a tune,
a melody that won't cease our continual confusion and betrayal.
note by note, our truth becomes more feeble,
as does the foundations of which we struggled to see kiss the sky.
no measurement can justify how far we have fallen.
how can you be so proud?

Act VIII: First Sight, First Touch

..has such small hands.
hold on with those small hands.
fingers stretched out, holding loosely.
i love you.
it's as simple, and as complicated, as it seems.
no correlation of words, or syllables, or rhymes,
nothing can say, or mean it more than that statement.
i love you.

i cannot say if my heart has truly trusted anyone.
not until July 24th, and i saw those technicolor eyes.
that day, the rain almost killed us.
drifting in this ocean of us.
i allowed myself, free to feeling.
and i found you.
t'was on July 30th,
where our bodies corresponded,
and my yearning made sense.
i heard it, i touched, i felt it,
at the point where our lips met.
and when that feeling hit,
it sang delicate melodies in my brain,
and painted itself on the easel of my memory.
never to wain, never to fade.

how is it that i feel you in the rain?
how is it that you became more than a being,
an apparition, a phantasm, a presence?
how is it that fate determined a precise moment for our eyes to meet?

i remember once, i lit a candle,
and i heard the wick cackle,
the fire ignite, and my mind flood with us.
it's just chemistry to some,
but to me, it's perfect symmetry.
you and i, perfect symmetry.
as the words bent to leave our lips,
they knew no pause, never to abide to a mute.
they grasp to the meaning of us,
with open hands, never to let go.

time can be such a fickle thing,
as i heard it once said.
moves forward, no hesitation,
always clearer in hindsight.
maybe you have seen it before.

i do love you.
ahava, raya, dod.

are we still scared?
not of what we are, 
or what we were,
but who we will become?
are we?
are we scared?

answer me that,
and i will tell you whether or not to kill yourself.
answer me that,
and i will ease your mind about the beginning and end of time.
answer me that,
and i will reveal to you the purpose of the moon.

Act VII: Oh Lavishness, Consume Me

breath me in, this second hand smoke.
you flash a smile, and all the while,
you've been tugging at your bracelet of barbed wire,
broken intentions, and frightful compassion.
the truth will ring true in the end,
compassion always prevails.
but i'm sure you already knew that,
or maybe it was once knew.
you've played this game so well,
your bracelet has it's own tale to tell.
what would it take to make you smile?
what would it take to make you see?
what is the nature of the shadow that has fallen over this city?

consume me, this tonic for the nerves.
this shadow remains dormant, we stand strong.
it's funny how time, not slowing it's pace,
urges us to become a person you never wanted to be.
it's taken all i can muster to never falter,
never give in, never surrender.
at this point, even i cannot assure where this strength comes from.
maybe it's from my friends, maybe it's from my heart.
maybe it's from past experience, maybe it's outside awareness.
i want to know where it is you seek strength from.
do you have any faith?
do you ever pray?
do you ever hope?

hell, you don't have to believe in me.
just believe in something. 


you flash a smile, and all the while,
you keep tugging at that bracelet.
please, remember,
you're not alone.
i may not be able to carry your burdens,
and responsibilities, and desires.
but i can hold your delicate hands,
and help you stand.
nobody, not even the rain..

Act VI: Transcendental: Oceans.

oh love, i am in so deep.
in a moment, i swear i felt you, touched by you.
as if the empty, frigid wind that cycles my bed,
was somehow the delicate curls of your hair,
not the haunting winter.
even in the throws of the present dangers and struggle,
something in me changed.
the rain flooded out the January frost.
the air smelt like August once again.
and my house felt like home once more.
we thought in terms of the two, working as one.
struggling as one, rejoicing as one.
the thought alone, being with the girl i love,
was always so inviting, yet so terrifying.
as those words came from your mouth,
fright never swept me from my feet.
for once, this unstable ground was absent violence, it shook very lightly,
and your voice filled my ears, my heart, with doubtless confidence.
regardless of warnings, the future doesn't scare me at all.

"you're my patronus."