The sun rises slowly,
the lovers wake–
The rain dries.
Wish you were here.
All of us.
–1991
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Did you ever notice the steady, lonely feeling
on a starless night?
Where do all the wishes go?
–1991
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“I’ll love you till the end of time.”
Those words, for some reason,
struck fear into his heart.
Till the end of time
meant forever.
–1991
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I like it best when the blood flows freely,
like a satin river dyeing the white sheets a bright crimson.
Love is a violent sport,
not for the faint of heart.
–1991
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I saw them smiling as they left the altar–
the sacrifice was complete.
To give two lives to save one
may seem senseless.
Such is marriage.
–1991
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Here I sit. Alone.
Your touch has awakened
something within me.
A fire, perhaps.
A passion, surely.
But now, you are gone, and
passion sleeps again.
–1991
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You are the power
and the light.
And the darkness.
You are forever–and never.
You are cold–and heat.
Yours is the Kingdom.
Mine is the Glory.
–1991
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I never felt it coming,
but it was there.
I never heard a word,
but the meaning was clear.
All that I knew was coming to an end.
And my savior never existed;
my hero never born.
–1991
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