Summer's Wane

Those cool September nights
chilling us so.
Though we dressed in remembrance

of August

with her warm, welcoming ways
waving us in for a safe landing
upon a soft shore.

The chilly, early fall evenings
cool upon our skin,
but within we’re dripping sweat
in my backseat,

We hit some turbulence in these dimming skies,
highlighting our wanting eyes,
with all the typical tints
of yellow and pink,
purple and orange,
so awesome and grand
hanging over this
cold land.

-Ryan K. Fuller

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My Work

We came together from pieces,
life was slipping away.
I thought that whatever life teaches,
we could learn from each day.
Mistaking anger for passion,
chaos colored the skies.
Thunder and lightening was crashing,
and all I saw were wild eyes.

Are we part of a vision,
that sees deeper than we can?
Are we the start of a mission,
should you be holding my hand?
Can we arrive there the first time,
to save each others' screams?
Are we the reason love is blind,
or must we sigh, in dreams?

I stand alone here now,
though you remain so close.
Flesh and bone; I fear somehow,
that we are becoming....ghosts.

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About a fractured relationship.....

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My Work

Time and its essence was birthed by your wisdom.
the stars, they are numbered,
as they play at Your Feet.
Your Holy Presence gives light to the sun,
night becomes day, only to repeat.
You bathe my life in the sweet glow of Mercy,
no human hands could incite such a touch.
So, I will close my eyes, and like the stars that rest above me,
Sleep in the rapture of this cradle I call Love…

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Can you rest?

Eyes of a dead man

I gazed into the eyes of a man.
They were deep and dark, an empty and cold place.
There was no fear nor hate.
I looked into the eyes of a man and they were as empty as the cold night sky.
His freedom drained long ago.
Today I looked into the eyes of a dead man and seen that immortality is a dream.
Death is nothing more than the end so it is time for you to begin.

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Pretty Eyes

Pretty Pretty eye,
they all most hypnotize.
the prettiest color,
like no other,
I might just be obsessed,
but they are the best.
When i say they are my fave
and that i love them.
Please believe this true,
I only like them on you

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Your eyes do tease me

playing games full of mischief.

haunt me in my dreams.

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Lhre augen werden mich zu necken

spielen volle unfug

spuken sie mich in meinen traumen.

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Sus ojos lease one

jue jos lleno de travesuras

me persiguen en mio suenos.

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Gli occhi si prendono in giro me

giochi pieno do malizia

ritorcersi contro di me miei sogni.

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