Walking towards the gate and never looking back. Made your mark in the home, deep and lasting. You belong in this home, yet, your not the home kind of person. The gate is cold along your fingers tips, icy and repelling.

This home might not be the same without you but it can no longer ignore your cold forgetfulness. Don’t forget to close the gate just don’t lock it. Don’t look back no reason to worry, this home will be warm, no reason to worry.

No one wishes for. Greed spoils these hands. Fortune turns her cheek. While loss frowns and steals.

We all wish. Glory shines down on us. Fortunes turns his cheek. The road less traveled is full of customers.

No more wishes. Life is at a still. Fortune is gone. No coins at the bottom of this well.

The air is dead

The wasteland is plagued by absence. Nothing survives across the plains and as far as the naked eye can see.

Motors rumble in the distance. Roaring in the heat of the sun, fearing the ferocious fiery uninterrupted blast of heat.

There was once life here.

Life moved and life moves on. Not here in the barren. Death is the only living creature in the badlands.

Acute authority and yet invisible. Outside of pavement will go unseen to the naked eye. Power to halt a four thousand pound machine in a five pound package. Directing you, keeping you safe. The orange conductors of the road.

The shield.

Defending your every step. Looking ahead for you. Foresight. The safety net of a deity.

March forward with no fear. It will cover your rear like a shadow. Living ahead is easy without ever looking back.

It’s the starting block.

Without it you would       crumble. Come crashing down into the earth where you began. To start once again.

Jewlery. Lights. The future.

Standing beneath the rays. Standing in the heat. You are the rays.

The moon reveals the truth. The truth reveals the real you. The real you reveals all.

The melody carries across the stadium. The band rocks the stage off the hinges. The lead singer commands the crowd. They love her, she is their hero. For three minutes nothing matters but her. What about after those three minutes? Who is she after the song? If she doesn’t sing the song is she still the hero to those faces? Does that take away from how you feel about the song? Every song ends, that no reason not to enjoy the music and the moment.

You are my favorite person.                                                             The one I go to.

The gentle push that guides me.                                                 The one I need.

The inspiration to my pen.                                                        My partner.

The ruby scattered among the rocks.

The smile that brings forth mine.                                       The one.

My closest friend.                                                                 The love I’ve been looking for.