A Hand Upon A Hand

With feigned resentment for the night
I struck a match, to draw the light,

And with it, summoned from the earth,

A blackened tear, given birth

Upon her aching limbs of woe,

Amidst a field of sewn sorrow.

I placed a hand upon a hand

To drag her from the second land,

Where she descended, just before

My hand could pull her heart ashore,

And now she lies upon the grass,

Her soul adrift, among the stars.

Although her heart is vacant now,

I take her hand and say the vows,

For she today would be my own

Had she not for the heavens flown,

Then as the veil is washed aside

I see my face in pale demise.

Within this sight, I understand,

It was my hand upon my hand,

And when my heart had stirred for her,

It was but me who caused this stir,

So now I ask, which one am I?

He who lived or she who died?

Rambles and Co

Today I woke up and for the very first time I sensed that 'today' would be a new day. the minutes merge to hours, and the hours merge to days, and in these moments I am all but a congealed static. My emotions combine in a soggy haze of disbelief and uncertainty, which are animated through the sedated electricity which predictably and inevitably form the emotions I awoke to undergo and forsee. But today! With this new dawn, I feel real. I feel real for the very first time. Since before I could, can or will remember, I am a new boy living in a new day. The new day is today. I awoke into a stupor which gracefully lulled into a waking dream where my mind escaped the lair in which a dragon was entombed. I dreamed an aspect of reality which appeared more make-belief, fighting dragons with swords and dualing princes on horseback. But they are reality none the same. They, in fact, are the only reality I know, the only reality which is, in fact, real. And this alone is what keeps me living, what keeps my heart beating, what keeps me alive.