Beneath the window sill my heart is left with a crystal cat,folding memory and tucked away I ran ahead to hurry back,I never did leave at the setting sun never unlocked what was stored away,only this poets verse it did open for never the rain but rainbows ray.held so close to bosoms breast a feathered angels breath thin and fragile an earthly test a life before it's death, I give away no sacrifice no truth to tell a lie an end to the first beginning of a tear that never cried.a borrowed look a constant stare an outward wandering across the plain through deasert storm to be lost inside the conjuring,where were you I did not know your name in birth you had mine was mine in crysalis fell from lips to pad,I recorded with reckless vanity a soundtrack of repeated years songs that filled the nights with days the skies with cupids tears,I am paused and stopped returned to dust a man of memories on a path of twisted turning lust holding cups of burning testimonies.this screen is fake behind the glass where bodies intertwine for we the fallen soilders Calling from graves of blood and wine,its not a rhyme this poetry it's nothing without it's ghost we watch we learn we write it down and that be said of most,carried language to far off lands a rested sanctuary leave me there Tis where I live a place of filed misery.