Blue-eyedHawk

It's one of the hardest things I've done in a long time, sitting here, watching you; feeling the anger, the frustration, the pain inside you, and not being able to do a damned thing about it. You curl inside yourself, trying to cope, trying to distract and deal and run all at once. Your eyes are still shadowed, though, no matter how you try to seem calm, and your frenetic movements give you away. It's been a while since I've felt this helpless, a few years at least. Really, it's been that long since I cared enough to feel this helpless, that long since I haven't been able to just detach from the situation, but I care too much for you and abou

It is a long and lonely road which wanders through the night And moving forward sees no end nor dawning of the sun Where tired feet tread slowly on beneath the dim starlight And weariness strikes to the heart before the journey's done. Yet though the road is long and hard, I count it worth the cost, For moonlight's glimmers show us that which we would ever miss; And though I stumble weary on, hard bitten by the frost, My warmth and life return to me upon my lover's kiss. The shadowed road led me to her, and not some sunlit path; The way straight though would not have gone into that moonlit glen. And though the harder path must ever

What is this world that walks through my hands, waltzing and weaving its truth in a dance; what is this world, but mist in the night, burned all away by morning's clear light. What is this world that sings to the sky, voice rising strongly as though it could fly; what is this world, but a mark in the sand, washed from our sight by the ocean's swift hand. What is this world that swims past my head, shimm'ring with secrets and things left unsaid; what is this world, but a flicker of light, that travels on into the depths of the night. What is this world that flits through the air moving forward and back with nary a care; what is t

Stormcloud's fingers flashing by a pulse of light before my eyes and flutt'ring wings across the sky – Summer is upon us. A breath of sultry humid air, and acrobatics without care dancing through the thunder's lair – Summer is upon us. Brilliant bursts with deluge coupled; yet no land below is troubled, much less joyous dark-wings doubled; Summer is upon us. To dance across the sky unlit those two with leathern wings shall flit, while storm's bright tongues instead will spit - Summer is upon us.

Just when I think I've got this down – I can set my feet and hold my ground, and move to now from what might be – you speak, and shift the lines on me. I've run through this a thousand times, hope to doubt and back in my mind – from like to not and never will, then you smile and hope lives still. I cannot stand this whirling dance, cannot find meaning in every glance; I have a fear that's all too real: I want what you might never feel. To spare my heart, I'll have to speak: will your answer be the hope I seek?

Burning ice across my skin please not my heart, please don’t sink in – I cannot bear that touch again – I escaped once, but that was then. Burning ice across my soul both heals and scars, leaving whole and holes alike in body rent by passion fierce, and then left spent. Burning ice into my heart but not an end, this time a start of hardest truth, and honor just; a different love, and reborn trust.

An ode to a broken fluorescent microscope My mistress fair, to you I give great favor, but my time is ill spent, and thus I grieve, for thy pleasure is sublime. In thy disfavor I must now rest, else how could I explain why I got up at 5 AM, and now drive myself insane? For the images I'd hoped to see were dark before my eyes; thy glowing light shone not on Tet, and despair now fills my cries. I give you my time and devotion as well; can I not ask that you show me my cells?

It’s strange to me, this peace of mind, a piece of me not found before; though I strain against my little time, I now find I can’t ignore the joy and sweet serenity granted by my stalwart friends; despite all storms and trials met, they’ll have my back until the end. I trust them as I’ve never done, and gods alone know reason why I persisted in stupidity, mistrust, and fear of the lie; but I judged myself unworthy then, not worth the time they’d spend on me. I’ve learned and grown, and learned again; I might glimpse what their eyes see. The love they gift I will not spurn; They have my heart for