VincentAParker

Whispers in the silence, Two paths that one must choose, Desperately seeking guidance, Yet too scared one might lose A hand was given, shown Hope was stirred and raised Now stress has only grown, And left the path ablaze The fear eats at Will, Left uncontrolled and violent, Anxiety rages still, Now we're painfully silent Warmth rushed to chill, Misery self-evident Whispers in the silence, Answer honest and then choose You must embrace your brilliance Or face what you might lose

Drifting in space, alone Only light of stars shone Fate into darkness thrown All trivialities, outgrown All is silent here, All is so impeccably still No longer able to fear, I'm hoping for your Will I can only wait until the planet moves, So I may regain the signal to you Lost in static, it only stands to prove Even though I've crossed six planets, There's nothing more I can do My eyes see what you cannot, from on high the horizon You see the confusion, the fear, and the war I see only the peace, and the Sun's light, shine on Hopelessly floating, I can see what is in store The blue sky of day, obscures me from you When the

Watching stars fall, down from the sky My heart tilts and begins to dive When something is so right, yet so awry The worm of hope tries to thrive What should be the Sun, is but the Moon Love and Madness, twins so tightly spun Here I have come, but perhaps too soon What would you do for that loved one? "But it is what it is," I know "But it isn't," And I know I walk the path, However lonely the wrath It was a promise wreathed in complication I looked to the stars for my destination A love wrestled firmly with indignation A voice screams in the skies of desolation "But this is what it is," I know "But what this is, isn't,"

They sit in a large hall, together. They are tucked away, sitting at the end of a table against the wall. The only other people in their presence, are removed to the other side of the room, on a laptop behind a facade. By now, the soft hand holding and little kisses have segued into serious discussions of their past lives. She, sitting infront of him attent and focused, looks over his arms again. She has done this countless times, but still cannot take in the damage. The man fighting a battle, for a time, battled himself. These scars are the proof. These scars, no matter how faint and so distant in his past, are still there saying "What once

Here under the stars We have made our wish Lights of our life, from afar There's no one else I'd rather Be with All the songs seem meant for us All the happiness in the world, Is but a little fraction of How our hearts, for each other swirl Let's make tonight our night Everything is the way it needs to be I'll kiss and hold you tight This is the start, Of all of our memories We came from different places But none of that seems to matter Two smiles, once lost in a sea of faces All sadness now immediately scatters I promise I'll love you Forever and for always I promise I'll hold and stand by you Even beyond the end of days