Riyuu

Aren't you glad we met? From the first time I saw you I knew You were the one. I'll bet our lives were intertwined With the falling glances of my eyes Unseen And not a word yet spoken. The night illuminated With childish sparklers For the 4th of July And I was not alone. I felt alone Even though I had arrived with Someone else But I couldn't help staring at you. The mystery behind that face Behind those eyes Behind those lips I could feel that as long as My sight was set on you I was not alone.

In the distance a music box echoed the sounds of my memories The walls began to bleed and an eerie shadow over took my future A dim light cascaded along the walls allowing me just enough time to grab the box, but the music never stopped. In my head images flashed quickly like an old silent movie I could almost hear a voice calling me, but it was too far from reach. Inside the box were all of my ancient dreams, all of my prior motivations and passion for life, in the form of one lonely ballerina dancing where no one else could see. I didn't want to believe it, but as the music played I lost track of who I was…Or I was never me to b

One small voice Enshrouded Within a dark filled abyss Unheard By the surrounding Cacophony Which makes up The largest flea circus on the planet Known to the rest of humanity Only as And quite generally as Society This voice wants To be listened to It wants To be understood; Believed in But no one's there, No one cares.

We were stretched out over a star field of dreams. The sky was the ocean and Millions of tiny fish swam down onto Orion's belt below us. We reached out above our heads and Touched a few with our fingertips. Slowly their bodies burst up as they floated Farther into the distance. My mind also seemed to drift as I watched But you had your eyes closed Gently falling asleep. I couldn't manage to fall with you I couldn't take my eyes off of a lonely mermaid. She cried in the sky And one of her scales dropped in between us.

I feel like a tourist. Visiting the city I was born in. Meeting people I fell in love with. Watching myself, or who I used to be, kissing someone passionately. Am I a stranger to myself?

The ground I'm standing on is always moving in a circle And when I try to step foot outside of it I get turned around I want someplace I don't have to worry About my image, about my face To rest my tattered mind I envision a small staircase Easily accessible to me With very few steps to climb Leading to a large stone bridge Reaching so far up It's as if I'm floating in the sky And through the clouds I can see A smooth sandy beach With tiny waves and tiny mole crabs And there are other people there Smiling and building sand castles But they cannot see me As if I were a ghost I walk right through their silhouettes And gentl

When all hope dies, It creates a desire for wings A wish for things that work, For the scabs of distant past to peel Revealing rejuvenated brightly colored feathers, Of crimson red and porcelain white Bend your arms backward, Creating the shape of a Y Imagine yourself somewhere far, And gracefully lift upward Off of the ground, Into the sky Onward to things that don't hurt, Or to scars that never fade But blissfully out of orbit, And beyond the Earth Toward rainbows of gently placed Stars, Set into shapes of Lions and Rams Just remember where your Home is, Never forget to land Hopefully someplace safe and familiar, Warm a

Everyday, with scattered shards of what would be called: Fate I look to you and your hands, which now seem unknown to me Your face, a flicker with strands of thread-like hair A sleep so long and unbreakable, that I cannot wake A mirror before me and yet, I cannot see what is in front of me Where white ravens roost, Escaping the doldrums of reality And still I sit and stare, While moist patches of skin dry around your nose; I guess I've been awake all this time, But it almost feels endless.

A falling star split the sky in two Separating us from one another It felt cold and might as well have been Two different worlds Your face, I could see, a resemblance Silhouetting the skylines against skyscrapers And mountains and wavy aurora borealis; Everything calling out your name My arms were not long enough to reach out and grab That glistening of fireflies flickering Among my feet, across concrete, and shortly cut grass Until the sprinklers ignited down the streets My hands were not gentle enough to hold you closer With tenderness, always, to belong That's when the moon was covered by the clouds of the night And the shad