I exult the friend

I exult the friend,Who sullies their own honor,In the name of love.There is something beautiful,About dying a villain.

Life Slips Away

When I close my eyes,I feel life slipping away,Like tobacco smoke,Or as blood carried away,By a gentle winter stream.

They pull at me so, One whispering fantasy, The story's glory, While poetry, my sweet love,Promises me fortune's kiss.

Along this river,The boundary of my land,And it seems, my life,This, no longer my country,A nation of strife and war.

The lunatic stars,Stir in me, an ancient lust,Cruel as cold iron.Only with the morning light,Does shame temper me again.

I remember love,And the anguish that I felt,As it died, broken.So I swore, Never Again,And yet, of course, here I am.

I was there that day,When she cried to the heavens,Abandoned, alone,And I did nothing but watch,Silent, condemned, a traitor.

She lies, deep asleep,In a grave beneath the sea,Nestled in cold sand,While I, salt-faced and bereaved,Not brave enough to join her.

She busied herself, Tending to the household needs, Yet they resurface, Those faint bubbles of tension, That say, “Are we happy now?”

The cries of kids’ games, Echo throughout the courtyard, Dancing on warm winds, Singing as they flow beyond, Beyond the confines of time.