SinsAtNight Poetry (2)

The world will pass me by, in a standstill. The best of us can have our will withered down. When we row in still waters. Never making a sound. By the rising of anytime or rate, passed on to thee. I saw a tear drop fall, from a thousand yards in a window. The tell tail signs of a new sudden widow. If you get the hint of the message? All that's left for her, is a four word passage. Will you follow me?
The innocence was taken, of a designed past. Will the damage show us, It does have a canvas? Winding clocks show their hands to us. Why does time seem like it's still but fleeting. Then four words show up again. Will you follow me?
There once was a winding staircase that someone fell down. And I heard their cry, sounding off for help. Yet I did not help out. Looking back on it now I could have said how. I saw the shadow of a ghostly broken man. who's eyes could not see Because he was following. There is one chance left, for existence. Two steps left for asistence, and the line grew long. As far as my own eyes, could have ever seen. Now, here are these four words again. Will you follow me?

I know you need to look in the eyes, of the one you trust. Growing over such a short amount of time with someone you know. I know there's a god in my life. He's holding the woman of my world for me to guide home, seeing the path for her way here I garnish life. Figuring out what you need from the expressive, and adventurous side of your other half. An echo lets me here " come and find me only you I ask." Being one step away from the best side of yourself that you've never seen. Makes you live for a song and hearing the lyrics is a simple thing. Have you ever looked up & down? Been driven up a wall? Only to find you are starting in different places, but ending up in the same spot over & over, and time an time again? to me, in this wounderful world and I. I allow hope to find its way into my life, never to exit, or my forever will already have been. For this to be the only way, the only action ever posed to me. At times I wish this feeling could be bought and sold, but it cant. These are the times I see, the times I see we live in. Fortunes bought & sold. Come crash into me tonight. I know what I need. From the other side of being the best time of life. Escaping the dream, encapsulating my being, come and find me wherever your light is. cast as it sets sail like, or churning like the wave of an ocean comming over the break and pulling me out to sea.