I look into your eyes
I see stars
Laid out so perfect.
I see the heavens
With clouds that seem 
So soft that if fallen on
Would never the impact be felt.
I see the purest of love
Focused back at me.
All of this grabs at my heart
Making it beat a little faster than before.
It reminds me of
Why I fall in love.
When the troubles of the world
Have brought me down
I know 
The sound of your voice
Or the sight of your face
Will make me forget all but one thing,
You 

Anger

Anger is the blind fold for the masses
It distorts the view till it is that of hate
The mind does not see that the heart is not blinded
But just ignored
The heart can see past all 
But is worthless if not open
Anger can hide truth, but not from the heart
So close your eyes and let your heart do the talking

Cold Rain

The rain drops hit my face 
As I lay back and take them in
The mist smells so soothing 
Yet the collecting water is impending
Do I wait and let the flood consume me 
Or attempt to breathe 
And in a valiant effort
Drown in the end anyway

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I cry
I do not fear crying
But recently I do not cry for myself
I am at a good part of my life
I haven’t been this happy in ages
But I cry for the sake of others
I help absorb the pain of friends
A good listener
A good friend 
They call me
But where do I go for comfort? 
Comfort for the pain I feel that’s not done unto me
This answer is still absent to me 
I can’t go to the ones that cry to me
For they need strength from me
Who cries for the one that comforts?
Who listens to the therapist?
Who digs the grave for the gravedigger?
Yet more questions unanswered
In reality the answer is what I stare at this moment
The paper is the one I talk to
So until I find someone that can comfort the comforter
I am stuck with this lonely sheet of paper

The moonlight flickers from behind the dark clouds.
Pale tombstones offer a tangible representation 
Of those lost to this world of the living.
Wrestling leaves from the eerie trees 
Break the unsettling silence.
Weary souls wander trying to go to 
That which was taken from them 
Not realizing the full potential that lies ahead.
Death, in his ominous shroud, 
Points his pestilent finger in the predestined direction.
Visions of mourning love tugs at your feet 
In attempt to keep you on earth.
Death once again intervenes,
Showing what is in store in the new dominion.
No longer do the shadows rule in this place
For it is filled with only love.
Rolling meadows with soft grass,
And trees with their lofty presence 
Make eternity seem not so long.
Death, with his protecting hand, leads you home
To wait for those loved.