"of life..."

I think that when your born, your born complete. At the moment that you take your first breath in this world and you open your eyes, there is nothing more that you could ask for. You came from the darkness, from a place without life, without memory or love. And so, when you breathe in, you take in your first sense, your first feeling of light and warmth. You are not in your mothers womb, her warmth is no longer yours to share because you have begotten your own. From this moment, your life begins and your exposed to this world with something to weigh against it. Your little heart beats in its own strength and your eyes reveal what you could not imagine.
In time you become a person, you have a smile, a laugh, and a frown. The corners of your lips turn and rise when something touches your heart and when you cry, a tear falls from a dimmer soul. Then you begin to understand that you could not live in perfection forever. The bliss of youth slowly melts away. In your confusion you turn away from the world and you begin to question why. You ask what it is that is tearing away at your heart, why you suddenly feel emptiness but it is a heavier burden. But your still young and in natures kind grace, you have a family to keep you safe. There will always be someone there to hold you hand when your afraid. When you cry, they'll be there to wipe your tears away.
Until they too will not be enough to keep you satisfied. There again will be another void in your life. They are not enough to keep you content and though you wish it were a lie, you ask for more. Your restless in youth because the world is unkind, it is strange and has no definition. You cannot be a child anymore, the makeshift tent that you built as a fortress is too small for you to fit into and the birds fly away when you approach. The wise wont accept you because you have not spent the time that they have watching the sun set and rise again. So you find comfort in those like you and you find a person to fill that void. This person is like you, gentle but sensitive to this vicious world. Together you rebel against the lives that youve lived and you place the world second to each other.
But this too could not last because your meaning of love still has no face. It is just a strangers blur in a dream youve had. It is not until you have given love anew, until you have created a life that you know time's happiness. It is in their smile that you feel alive and in their eyes do you see your own. In that moment, you share perfection once again.
To enter this world means that you had created a doorway. In the years past, youve left it open and youve allowed yourself a path in this life. But you've known since your first thought that the door has remained there and youve kept the key hidden away in your heart. Secretly you had learned to covet this key because it had opened so many doors for you to peer into. But as you too have seen many sunsets and the silver reflection of the moon, you know that you carry too much to go on. Your hands are full of memories and tokens of affection from those youve chosen to care for. Your feet are tough and scarred from the beaten roads you have dared to walk upon and your eyes have seen far more than you could ever describe. There is no more hole for you to fill and you for the last time are perfect.

"Heaven's Shadows"

The moon wanes. Only in memory was it full, it seemed not long ago that I gazed upon it, luminous and mysterious. But there have been countless tides pitched by the sea. Only a sliver now gleams light on sky's reflection.
I waltz alone in Heaven's shadows. I've been so taken aback that the very thought of his touch makes me weak. Passion grips my heart in his hands but I dare not surrender. His embrace has seduced my mortality but my eyes look alight, towards infinity.

"continued"

I played the idiots game today, I ran and hid behind the trees in some enchanted forest filled with treacherous snakes and giggling nymphs. The sun had risen high above and tickled my neck warmly. It was then that moment that I saw a magnificent beast, a stallion not grazing, but teasing an apple from a tree. So I stood half hidden in the veil of greenery and whispered in awe those words that Dante had writ. Ecce deus fortior me, qui veniens dominabitur mihi.

At that moment I felt the fires of desire swelling up inside me and I longed for the attention of that creature. The fiery tongues of inquiring flames began to tease my senses, tempting me to act, to master its will. Its seems as if the entire world was urging me to try and see if that glorious beast would accept my presence. The forest stood deafingly silent, I could no longer hear the birds above nor the animals on the earth but rather sent alone, a sound of monotonous refrain. Past a second I began to hear the gentle whispering of the nymphs, their language unfamiliar but much like a distant stream that bubbles and collides only to realize again itself, left hidden from my view. In all obscurity, none more than this, an inner impulse led me to believe that they were conversing about me. Then in swift motions from a disciplined mind, I found myself returned to the forest, the birds swooped down in ecstasy, the snapping twigs from a tigress on a prowl and the flagrant fear of its prey wakened my senses. But left undiminished was that refrain which echoed invertly, magnified within each moment. As if the sun had understood my confusion, in empathy it blinded me with light for which I turned to find its muse. And once again I found my presence drawn to the stallion which now reciprocated my gaze in enticing defiance.

"a statement"

I cannot love purely in this world for the affection that I despairingly subdue consumes the entirety of my senses and I simply could not live by compromising that whose gravity defies all others. Thus a confession of my love would only be a promise unfulfilled, its shortcomings the taxes of society and humanity, love forfeited for a chance in this merciless state. Forgive my pride for withholding this love because I refuse to forego this unsalvageable flaw.