Mo junk of mine

Dreaming eyes portray the silhouette as you pass by my way
When you rise, the day begins & my soul can fly away
Life is fulfilled, so i won't cry to stay with you any longer
I can just die today; close my eyes & lay quiescently while blue skies turn gray
I try to say the words, but near you, i find it hard to breathe
Winds start to breeze as you beautifully blend with autumn leaves
Even when autumn leaves, winter settles, waters freeze, & ice melts
Life dealt me the light in your image & my lonely nights felt neglect
Now i walk free of concern; nonchalant as the seasons turn
Let the ether burn blue in the obscure nebulae; they don't need an urn
I breathe to discern my wake & the subsequent sea of tears
Eyes wide shut; i see it clear, with no grasp of reality, leaving hands free to steer
As i drive, i seem to veer randomly, yet sanity will soon reappear
So whether it be near or distant, i may experience the warmth these years
If you truly wish to see, peer though my soul's window-glass
If the world spins so fast off the reel, how long can the life-threads on the spindle last?
Will we simply pass, or will fabrics of time be sown into a blanket?
My last words engraved into the stones of your anklet
I lean against winds which whisper your name into hollow trees
If my tomorrow sees the brilliant sunrise, then let my sorrow freeze
There are no keys to lock my heart's door, which you will open
Take me higher; ensure the skies are blue to elope in
All that is untrue is broken up, so cup your hands for water from rapid streams
As it splashes & gleams, rapture seams tattered strings of scattered dreams
Shattered dreams are mended, so you can now place that water into a wine-glass
Let the time pass & slip from your fine grasp for as long as stars' shine lasts
Wrapped with the allure of your clear, crystal eyes
No longer will you have to hear whispered lies that make your tears crystallize
When you’re not here, i miss your tries to alleviate the pain
Deviate from this insane world as my thoughts leave the freight train
When my heart would bleed, an angel came from the cemetery above
Vivid memories of how she drew me poetic circles without empty love