Wherever You Are- Celeste Prince

Time has come, what's done is done.
It's time to move on
to another place, another space,
maybe circling some other sun.
Don't ask why, don't ask how,
I still can`t explain.
To say goodbye, goodbye for now,
until I see you again

In the sunlight, that's where I'll be.
In the moonlight, close your eyes, you will see me.
In the sunrise, in the twilight,
I'll be the morning and the evening star.
I will be there with you wherever you are.

Life is strange, such joy and pain,
the betrayal and the kiss.
It may be meant to be, maybe destiny
leads us down a path like this.
A child is born, true love is sworn,
and all the in-between.
Well you just walk on, walk on until the path is gone,
learning love is the only everything.

In the sunlight, that's where I'll be.
In the moonlight, close your eyes, you will see me.
In the sunrise, in the twilight,
I'll be the morning and the evening star.
I will be there with you wherever you are.

The Widows of Impeccant Love

A house is standing on a hill
with a dimly-lit up light
And inside the house upon the hill
lives a hideous delight

The summer sun is setting in
around the wooden frame.
As widows raise the fallen arcs
and call the virtuous by name.

The virtuous speak in calming rhymes
as they travel to the call
And the widows, they just fall in line,
devoted to it all

Promenading, two-by-two,
across the garden floor,
the innocent take widowed hands
and die with them once more.

The virtuous speak loud and long
of their deep, unfailing love
and the widows use they breath they've saved
for their lovers left above.

But the virtuous stand lonely still
in a striking loss of trust
To see how they'll soon be widowed
by a lonely lover's lust

The Night of the Flightless, Fightless, and Foregone

The intentions of the night are obvious; it wants to steal my soul.
I walk the narrow city streets to the place I used to call my home.
The wind whispers passing gestures as my mind focuses on thoughts of you.

I am stuck in this night alone, with not an inch more room to self-destruct.
This is where I built my safety; in this hollow realm of written emotion.
Here, in this place, I am every one and I am no one.

You sure as hell did make me somebody, but I'm just somebody who nobody knows.
Because you know I'm only what I think of you.
And lately my thoughts are weak.

The dark sky rest its sturdy hand upon my eyes, desperate to make judgment.
Because I built my new home on the walls that you built around your heart.
And damn, it's cold here.

Your smile rests in the stars, mocking any bit of salvation I may once have found.
I am not desperate, I am only desperately wanting more.
Go ahead, tell me that I'm wrong.

I will keep my shelter in your dimly-lit streets.
The night will always be my last hope,
because the night is one thing that will never say goodbye.

Love

Oh Atlanta, Please Need Me Like I Needed You...

...let your sweaty embrace open wide. 'Cause Atlanta, I'm falling, like some people do, and I need all your ground to survive.

Dear Die-ary,

"I stared motionless,
before the mirror,
as always,
I stayed until I am convinced that there is no glass,
nothing,
separating me from the room I see on the other side.
I imagine that everything is different.
Over there.
Better.
There are people,
in that world,
who I would like.
But as always,
my hand hit the glass.
I know that if I'd only waited just one more second..."
~Johnny