MountainIllusions

It's funny watching you here right now Your little smile the way your eyes light up. Those sleepy yawns, trying to hide your fatigue. You know I can tell, right? The way you run your hands through your hair, Those powerful, powerful hands. I miss the feel of your fingers, as they linger on my skin, Gentle, Delicate. But soon, Soon you'll be here, And as your arms hold me tight, Day fades into night, With ethereal dusk, and pure moonlight. We will dance with demons, Play with fire, As, soon you'll be here, In my arms tight.

This is for the ones who've never known their worth For the girls with the fragile dreams, And the boys too afraid to cry. For the lovers who love with broken hearts That beat, slowly, steadily, scarred. That was me when I met you, That was the me after you, But the me now is the me I've been all along. You played me, you broke me, You made me believe in a fake reality. And when you told me you loved me, I was ready to be loved. But You don't treat the ones you claim to love The way you treated me. To shatter everything that they are, To put out every fire they light, To whisper sweet nothings which really are Nothings. To make them

Your eyes like stars will gleam so bright, As a shooting star, Will burn the night, Leaving embers in the blackened sky. To lend a light to a life astray. To whisper a story To a longing soul, To a lover, A dreamer, A wandering heart. So smile and watch, And look to the sky, Watch the story unfold In the darkening night. Let the stars shine bright, and whisper their tales. Lend them your time, For only a while, The constellations they hide, But look carefully you'll see, Each with a story, Folktale, Myth, Fantasy. There's a romance you see, To watch the stars, To see what has been seen, By many an eye. So tell me dear friend do you

Hold your head up buttercup, Lift it to the sky, Don't let the dreams of yesterday, Make you look down. Yesterday is in the past,  Your future is still so bright, So stop those tears my butterfly, Open up your wings. Spread them wide, and soar upon the wind. Sing like the mockingbird, Don't you worry your beautiful soul, People won't tame your heart, Or your dreams,  or your mind. So like a phoenix rising from the flames, Leave the ashes far behind, Leave the troubles of yesterday in the past, and into the darkness go.  With heart and wings and eyes ablaze, Light up the darkened path,  Go on, go on, Into the night,

Amber flames behind your eyes Why do they burn so bright, Why do you stare so long and steady, Why do you watch the light.

The fire blazes, Dark, Amber in your eyes. Your touch like snow, Cold, icy, yet so so gentle. Your emotions, A hurricane, a whirlpool, a vortex. And like the death of a star, You have engulfed me. Consumed me, I am yours.But I am not. Who are you, my darling? Enchanter? Sorcerer? Spellbinder? Tell me sweet dreamer, Sweet melancholic lover, Tell me. Who are you? and who, Am I?

We, Like lightning and water, Should never have collided. Destructive, Enticing, All consuming. Electrifying. Like moths to a flame. You were born out of fire. Born, Out of flames. And I, I was ice.

He was fire on ice, glass on the beach, Fear in joy and winter in spring. He was everything I wanted, But nothing I could have. He was hidden behind the mirror, Caged behind the glass. And I'll stare at his face, See the stubble turn to beard, See the brown hair change to grey, Yet his hazel eyes remain, Piercing. Like the passion hidden in his heart, that will always remain. He was fire on ice, glass on the beach, Fear in joy, And winter in spring. He was everything I wanted, But nothing I could have. He was hidden behind the mirror. Caged up behind the silver glass.