"A Journey Through The Eyes of A Poet"

"A Beautiful Concept Of The Night"

Alone,

Breathing in the air.

Cold to the touch.

Dividing the harsh realities.

Enigma, she stands free from harm.

Forgetful; is the childish one.

Grateful is the chaotic adult inside.

Hilarity finds life as if it were a reflection of itself.

Initimate conversations with the darkness pulls me closer.

Justifying the sun will remember my face again in the morning.

Kaledascope eyes broaden my darkened horizons, only to make me remember I wasn't free.

Loosen the memories.

Memorize the Neverending sounds of my quiet desepration.

Neverending tomorrows, stopping only with a soft pause to reflect on the day before.

Organizing careful thoughts as she slowly closes her eyes,

Penetraiting the world between alive and unconcious.

Quickly slipping,

Remnant gripping

Somewhere over in another land,

These worlds of hers collide.

Undivided attention sits on the other side.

Verses inside her mind fill the space between dreams and reality.

Whimsical tomorrows will follow

eXtiction of the day before, wilts into a soft film of yesteryear.

Yesterday has died, and tomorrow is being born.

Zealous for another day to start, she opens her eyes, and sheids her eyes from the sun, ready to face the day.