oh irony [part 2]

Your shirt did stop smelling like You.
I washed it with my tears and threw it away.
Today I am not afraid that I will forget how You smell.

I think I already did and I didn't mean to.
The door is closed dear. And You threw away the key.

I no longer expect anything.
Maybe I don't deserve to do so,
maybe it's just the way things go.

The bed is empty and cold.

Moment of Revelation...

Time moves so long, so fast, all points coalesce.
The dreamer becomes the dream.
The falconer no longer hears the clarion, no longer sees the impetus.
To describe oneself, a heart which, once capable of inspiring others so completely,
can no longer inspire so much as itself;
it beats now only out of habit, it beats now only because it can.
The same radiant colours, once heralded so highly, now only bare the scars of a forgotten future.
All of life can be broken down into moments of transition or moments of revelation.
There is a greater darkness than the one we fight; it is the darkness of a soul which has lost its way.
Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope, the death of dreams. The future is all around us, waiting in moments of transition, to be born at last, in moments of revelation.