Ariadne's Thread

Future Imperfect

And my love, i am a romantic

truly madly deeply

unlike anything but the night

for it is the night i want to last forever

i cannot stand up by the soft daylight

or see myself standing in the sun's wake

watching my shadow dance only at night

it is this time i am most pleased

at ease

living out my fantasies, in my mind

in my heart

the night shelters me from the storm abound

with the freckles and spots slightly hidden

and in this time, i am given, peace and understanding

serenity and eternity

some place where i truly belong

in someone else's arms

meant to disarm her with a kiss

remove reality's undying wish

to stay alive throughout the time

and replace it with my winter like bliss

moving silently into a lover's arms

or another's place entirely beseeching

or appealing as a woman's subtle stare

the way her hair passed down her back

and caught my eye with her otherworldly style

i just want to live here forever

and forever more

for i am a romantic

living on the edge of darkness

not afraid to close my eyes

and watch the world through my rose colored glasses

desperate and cynical i may become

when my romantic world comes undone

there is nothing to be said

when i am lost and dead

but as the night never ends

and pushes on past the day's light twilight

i am forever happy

just to sit on top of a mountain

and gaze at the world at large

and sound, with my loudest roar, my barbaric charge

sounding off with a coldest gasp of my night's breathe

and finding her waiting for me

with half closed eyes

she would only want me to whisper

to tell her to continue to close

her black water eyes

and stay with me as i watch the world

with me, from my lifetime palace, underground

and from all around

this place or any other

i could find her

and the night would never end

for a romantic am i

full of desire

never wanting

but always needing

this delicate touch

to replace the pain of the day

with the solace of the night

if i could only find her

for i know she is waiting for me too

and once found

this world would go underground

and never see the light of day again

never wanting

never needing

only breathing in the frost and the so called blight

that others call ugly

and what we would call divinity

we would find equanimity

as that would be the end of the day

fading away

slowly