In a salty dream, He sees you walking, walking in the woods, Forever lost in some whimsical story, Writing it as you go along, Picking colorful leaves up from the ground, Painting a lover's canvas with a kiss, Distance closed, love has met the truth indeed. Truth in distance is forgotten, In the touch of love's sweet hand, The agony of demons since begotten, He is lost in the dizziness, Swirling as the earth spins and the bell tolls, The stars become a blur before before eyes, What lies before him surely not withstanding. Who is he to tear at weathered cloths, The veils birthed to keep you warm? His gloved hand comes poking through the smoke, Born to hold so tenderly, But empty, the soul's voice cries out There is nothing he can do... But succumb to the raging inferno surrounding. Frightened like a child, He hears the voices echo beyond the walls, Demands the voice within him, To tear down all in his way, Those voices...run as he nears them, The walls appear thicker to the touch. You seem further than you've ever felt before. As the fire burns around him, His thoughts go back to the moment when, He first touched your hand, Held you closely outside the elevator doors, Your nervous voice lifting him beyond, Your eyes driving him deeper into love. Forget nothing, his heart forever changed. Awakened still, He feels the embers falling on his soul, Calling out your name, Perhaps with his last breath... The voices on the other side Still taunting him with the failure of his quest. Laughing, haunting forever etched upon his stone. The walls begin falling all around, He feels them falling before they break his wanting bones, Still, he remembers how the leaves looked falling behind your face, How your smile made heaven seem so real, To touch your hand once more... To hear you shout your love for him to the stars above. Around him, though, the silence he has dreaded. The calm before the storm, Save the mocking laughter of the voices from beyond. All that was is all that he will ever have. What he had hoped for will remain as just a dream, Just another step is all he needs, But alas his legs shall fail him. When the end comes, he shall be ready. He has seen his lover's face, And felt her nearer than his heart. Through the haze of this mortal calling, He can only hope he's given her his all, And his all is what she's found in loving dreams. No air left to fill his lungs, Destruction surely to engulf him, A tear falls, a testament to his final thought... Just a second more, just one more memory, Kiss me as the night does fall, Sing to me your sweetest lullaby. The leaves fall slowly in his mind. The end.
