Fireflies...

A tale of love, hate and never ending passion

(5. I felt it as soon as she walked in)
"Hanging on this hook of dreams, my ever after."
A moment, hot as her gaze piercing the sound regards of my self defense, the turmoil of cause and effect, I felt it as soon as she walked in, burning as a hot poker skewered into my heart. Her hell will never let me go i fear. The decadent dance of her flame, her slow dance playing to her efforts of harvesting tears, soothing sought for her younger years.
Simply we discussed on factors of the night, tales of Kings and dying Queens, a soft song tuned to our candle-light mutual.
we past time on delicate situations, notions of how are would-be ghosts had forsaken the sun, their shadows hung woefully within hopeful dreaming. Possibly we will last in time we parlayed, with lungs filled with dust, the toppled truths of the old shall be our mantra of this passing hostility. This time indifferent, our echoed skies have trembled long enough, shame is thrown to a password unbuilt, our hands entwined, hearts and blood, no return on faith today...
We are Fireflies...

Years now; the heat holds for years, state to bound this awkward arrangement, city streets cry for our beloved, though we stay inside.
I can forget tomorrow now, she has taught me the way. She shows me the correlations to the mythology in my own mind, as if she new it was there before the stars even burned.
I don't understand her hatred, as her best days are spent scratching the walls of heavenly boundaries in hopes for a conclusion, i don't understand her now, she turns to me in violence, her eyes wide and begging, sickening like the would be winter snow, i hoped for days past our reunion, nervously questioning the absolute desire for her quick fall, i realized we can never leave together, the world would never let us exist.
I will leave today, i will leave her blinding light.

(After years)
She's humble now, static in her ever dying volumes, brush to winds of reclaimed beauty, old as the bitterness that drives her, old as god himself. I walked inside, the old heat still and stagnant.
Bad tidings to a hopeful year, south of the gates of stars. We shine through the process of being, we reached the standards of gods on stolen wings of ash, predecessors of guilt, tainted for the love of a sickness we hold cold, in asylum on our self minded highs we betrayed thought for gilded dreams.
I see her now, i know i always have, she's broken. I should kill her tonight, her light, it don't burn in her anymore she's cold.
I held her close, she draped tears along my shoulder, she knew why i had returned. Breath, held to breast as I'm a Solomon as her king, a share of the possibility. Souls of stones, a nailed hand unreferenced passed delivery. Heaven, this whole time she dreamed of heaven, but it's hell to come after now, she broke her own lies she's dangerous and damaged, the sunset could never accept her gaze, the very one which stole my life all those years passed.
A paper trail of blood.
We will pass by tombs again I whispered to her.
The night will never bathe our light.
In their darkness they will find us.
Fireflies...

Author's Note

I've been gone for awhile. Had a lot of work to catch up on....those of you that have sent read requests i will read tonight and get back to ya by morning...as for this piece i wrote it for a contest. I haven't really had any luck at writing lately, the words just won't fall right, but i hope with this i can get back to the swing and get going again...please tell me what you think