is this loneliness?
the shadow of the trees as the sun plummets from the sky
falling out of knowledge and into foolishness
yellow to black
so it is that summer bleeds into fall
life into death

could it be that love is as illusive as the clouds?
white meaningless vapours
inescapably shrouding the sunlight
blocking the source of all life and stifling the masses
suffocated by this veil
unattainable
the palm reaches out into the mist, the abyss
grasing only itslef
haze seeps through the edges of skin
the edges of sanity

freefreefreedom

how hard we have fought
how long we have waited

and for what?
emptiness
sorrow

perhaps freedom is attained not in victory
(as we had earlier thought)
but rather,
in battle

as time passes

untruth becomes you and in the same instant untruth you become
you have shed the gossamery skin of honesty
you speak with tongues of angels sewn over top your own
spinning discourse into treachery
you have stolen these tongues out of the clouds
your blackened hands daring to touch the abyss that is eternity
how dare you cover deceipt with the thin veneer of snow

patience

oh and it is those eyes.
it has always been.

for they mesmerize me and teach me,
to wait.
-patience

oh how undeniably you
oh how tempting and yearning take control.

yet it is those eyes.
-patience.