UNTITLED -Scott Fraser

Just a second away, I can feel the heat of your embrase, now come to me faithfully, as I touch your face.
Just one more kiss before you go, just one more time to show you how I really feel, this isn't real, no time will heal, this envelope of hurt, I must seal.

As the grass grows greener, the forests grow taller, My heart grows bigger, out distance grows smaller.
One day at a time, one second out of a day, just keeping each other is all that I pray.
Though touch is not possible today, I take snapshots of memories and say..........
It will all be a novel, of love and patience soon, where we are bound to do nothing more than be with each other for eternity.

You're destination beautiful.  Across the world in a maze of indifferent culture, you adapt, and radiate love like no other.
To bring peace to the unknown, you do it so, as a queen on her throne.
Your intentions bright, and known, you and you alone, your reality is shown.
You are now at home, and have my heart, to keep with you, your life now starts.
Please keep me close, and dont forget, im here forever,
 and I say without regret; It will all be a novel, of love and patience soon, where we are bound to do nothing more than be with each other for eternity.

The "12" Hour Glass

Like an angel with wings as white as snow,
you came from the heavens above and saved me.
an empress sent from a fairytale land; far, far away
you stole my existance and created a void.
This emptiness I adorne, can be filled,
with nothing other than your soul.

Disbelief I recognize, as I make my way through the forest of everafter.
grief I soon realize as this journey is said to be begotten before it began.
I myself fortold the end,
as it was just beginning.

Selfishly I ran through the motions of a love that was forever,
I disreguarded the end as it was to come, never.
foolish, my forshadowed thoughts I consealed,
through fear of actualizing the end and what it held.
disguised by nothing, this torment and suffering.
Knowledge of this loves demise, I ran into it with wreckless abandon.

No fear of repercussion,
no need for discussion,
no worry, no guilt,
true passion I felt!

Now reaping the awful, I stand now in shambles.
my heart a scene of carnage, I knew it was upon me.
Gone now she goes, My body now slows,
every breath I run to catch her, every step I see me falter!

I reach for the twelve, hourglass and stare at it gently,
I place it in my sight ever so softly.
I look into it with the softest gaze,
instead of eternity now only seven hundred eighty six days.
three hundred ninety turns of the glass
doesnt seem to long for the long time to pass.
To repare my soul, and regain my love,
to be once again with my angel from above.
I will look at time as a second away,
as a turn of the twelve hour glass, one time a day.
As I flip it and flip it and turn it again,
the sooner and sooner my tormant will end.
For i thought she was gone for, forever today,
now I have realized she is just a turn away.