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It always seems impossible until it is done.

Touch the parts of me that I shield from myself.
Be the ebbing tides that crash upon the burdens of this world to solidify peace.
Let my steps be the only trace of our coupling, as we greet the universe unrobed.

Every second, every breath, every movement, every heartbeat will fade into the void of time. Your bones will become dust and blow with the winds of changing times. Your efforts, your character, and the lesson that you taught the ones after you will remain. Take caution.

Man.... What a damn day!

Sorry that I'm pelting you guys with my half handed poetry, but after not having the muse to write for 5 years, I'm trying to knock the rust off.

Can I sup the nectar of your soul. Hear the reverberation of the big bang from your lips. Hold on to your heart, and cradle it next to mine. All before returning to the aether.

I wish that I was strong enough to mend the wounds caused by the flaws of individuals who wanted a sip of tea, yet wretched because it was tequila. Being so wise to realize the cause of the sadness in your eyes. Spiritual enough to find you after our bodies return to the cosmos. Maybe next time.

You were the fire that gave birth to the Phoenix within me,
Draped within them like Egyptian silk. The cup of vintage venom that I supped from to silence the voices that rang in my mind, time and time again I would return to feel the flicker of life that you gave, knowing I was the kindling.

Can I water you, embrace the branches that you deemed necessary to prune, watch as the flowers bloom until it bears fruit??

Transitional beings, tangible feelings, fleeting memories, life's cryptic meaning.