why

A heart full of pain walks by the morning dew unawake to all that he knew.

The silent beeps of my alarm, I groggily awake my hand shivers to the stopper, slowly stretch myself out finally become aware of all my limbs, and the thought of you comes to me a smile breaks upon my chapped lips. The cold bites at my feet as I walk thru my dim house to the wash basin, the icy cold water chills my finger tips followed by a rush of shivers upon my face. I ’am still dreaming of you, as I dry my self. The kitchen is bright the kettle is freezing upon the stove in half a minute I have a piping hot cup of tea in my palm thinking of you. The doorbell rings a sound that sends a shot of happiness through my veins, it’s the news paper. I rush to my room clear up the clutter move away all my books from the table clear the mess of shoes all over my room tuck away all the folds of my warm bed draw the curtains and yet I dream of you the one who my heart calls out to. A heart pumps more that blood as the time draws near sheer joy fills my veins and then the door bell rings I know its you I rush through the passage to open the door and there you are the my dream come true. Yet again I showed off my skill at shooting light, most proud that you acknowledged each specimen that went passed. Yet the one last request I made to you, you turned down to meet another any icy shard finally breaks through the cold finally penetrates the comforting shield I had around me fails and crumbles like glass.
Yet once more I feel my blood flow freezing my insides with disdain.

dream catcher

The lone warrior lay wounded the sole survivor of his cursed troop, the foolhardy rushed head long into the battle and finally snared ‘tween wood and blade; one remained wounded, blood draining from the many orifices riddled throughout his body a broken sword clutched in his right. He lay there near the valley of shadow looming over, as life trickled to the ground cursing the feet of the old willow, the gods watch on; what is the life of one man worth. Yet he submitted to death, death that rode beside him now turned against him there by the valley of shadow he submitted to the prince of darkness, yet death has to pity to free those from suffering, as a shadow he remained ever fleeing from light yet never far from his victim.
Minutes went by a second at a time hours passed away a minute at a time, days moved along an hour unnumbered, yet death chose to wait. The lone warrior shifted from one world to the other the fight raged on in body and soul yet his mind was dead to all the chaos.
In his slumber yet he thought on one that he left back the one whom he loves the last smile the, the last glance, the twinkle in he eye, her hair rivers of black silk her soft touch.
One dreams yet oblivious to the chaos surrounding his mortal flesh for her. Shall she ever come to awaken him or for ever shall one have to wait.