Soft lips bring a blurring of the hours
Emotional details etched in the mind
Captured in a net of memories
With a kiss, the world falls away
Leaving the two of us immortalized in this moment…
Author Archives: Shawn
About Shawn
The Eleventh Hour
At my rope’s end, the year’s own approaching
Hope seemed elusive and romance bygone
Sadness and sorrow, recent wounds healing
Has solitude been my fate all along?
A timely encounter, a smile, and kiss
The music moves us, our energies flow
The taste of your lips sparks an awareness
My mind is spinning, thoughts quickly follow
Candid conversations, intense moments
A certain sense of rightness fills the night
Our views and desires, and stars’ alignments
Tells me this is something real, feels so right
In the Eleventh Hour you and I met
Next year together will be the best yet.
With a somnambulant whisper…
she pondered the words.
The surreal soliloquy induced a phenomenon not felt in quite some time…
Captivating them in the prose
Remember When
Remember when
we used to sit around the fire
trading and telling stories
all through the night
until the sun peered out
over the horizon?
Remember when
we talked about our ideas
and of our views on how things are
and of dreams we dared to seek
and of the limitless possibilities
out there awaiting us?
Remember, when
you are at your lowest
and things seem insurmountable
threatening to drag you down
and all hope seems out of reach…
I will always be there for you
Broken
Locking and leaning against the bathroom door
Sliding down in time with the streaming tears
Collapsing into a heap as the pain becomes too much
Feeling the need to tell someone
A silence takes over
Shame.
Fractured.
Violated.
Broken.
Life thrown into disarray
Tears forthcoming…
Will this ever stop?
How to cope?
Triggers and reactions cause a rift…
Alone.
Agony.
Alienated.
Moments, the NOW, and memories…
In a flash, the moments pass by…
The experiences we share…
Coming and going…
The NOW passes.
What is left are memories…
A way for us to categorize our experiences and hold on to the things we hold dear.
A way for us to remember who we are.
Pay attention… These moments shape us.