This connection,
So fast and furious.

The train is non-stop
and so is my heart.

Beating ever so
Gently for your love.

With wine, music
And dinners that
Ignited us.

Into each other.

Southern Bell
Was I and
You my soldier,
or so I thought.

I believed in One Nation
And you spoke
to me.

The love I invented.
Lost you were,
In the midway.

A circus of ideals.

The anticipation of
Not knowing
If my fantasy of you
Is being relieved.

To taste and touch you
and then share my flesh with yours.

Hoping for an expected
Ironic disposition of a
Holy archetype.

I try to rid myself of
This mutation—a handicap
All too familiar.

I lose myself
In your eyes and
I falsely believe that
They are mine
To swim in.

Waters of time pass beyond the barrier now.
Presented with the greatest task known to man.
Hiding beneath the shadow of an ancient demon.

My words follow circumstances preventing rapture.
Into her soul can I feel myself merging—
But yet am told it is too early—but maybe too late.

Crazy sounds I hear round about the turns
I make to not fall again.
I rise up and stand each time a little taller—
A little stronger.

Until next time. When the sun
Catches me from falling.