Distance

[parklink87]

that ethereal silver gaze passing by
ghostly, yearning yet indifferent.
the scarlet mistakes of yesterday
and the bright neon of
sex, decadence, and drugs,
the meaning of destitute,
broken down, left behind.

the painstaking years,
its slow built foundations
of order and logic,
reduced to rubbles
by a single word,
no.

insanity tossing and turning,
conscious yet powerless
to stop the irresistible
binding of time, one that
men are helpless to,
death.

the disorienting taste of ambrosia
never to swirl in his mouth,
the soft, delicate wetness of
those lips, the light flutter
of long, feathery eyelashes,
the image of despair reflected
in those colorless snapshots.

eyes that stopped laughing,
now without cloudless skies,
no castles in the sky,
dreams of cotton candy,
sticky with sweetness,
youth, what binds us together.
now while we sit silently,
watching the purple hue
of brilliant rays
sprinting across the horizon,
skipping and prancing
as we had, before we
fell from innocence,
grew up too fast,
and left fanciful dreams
of happiness behind.