Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Christmas Morning


Time passes and memories fade but, the clouds forgot to take your face away.
The laughter we shared now, drowned by the tickin of the clock.
The lies we told long blown away with the wind.
The pain has subsided but, the love still remains.
Why did the passing time leave you behind?
Why does my heart still long for just one more kiss, just one more
night?
And when the night is over will I still remember, the way it felt
when we first found each other......

MY BLEEDING HANDS

A knight in armor stained with blood. Not of those he had murdered but of the innocent lives he had tried to save with his noble hands.

Death imminent, overwhelming and everywhere he casts his gaze. To fight or to hold a dying man's hands is his dilema.

To keep fighting or to mourn is mine.