HOURS
The hour is sadly, quickly drawing nigh,
when I am no longer able to look into your eye.
Upon great, silver wings I will fly
up into the atmosphere, under blue sky,
to places that are a lifetime away,
while, in this niche you will stay.
The edges of my world have begun to fray,
realizing, how much I will miss you, every day!

The hour is sadly, quickly drawing nigh,
when I am no longer able to look into your eye.
Images of you will dissipate and I will sigh.
With that sound in the air, in my head, I will die,
a little with each and every breath.
Before my minds eye, all I see is death,
of the time that lies between when, and then.

B. J. "A" 2
June 8th 2011

CAN'T

Can't stop the tears from falling.
Can't stop the memories from calling
me back to all those beautiful times,
expressed in so many of my rhymes.

Can't stop the tears from flowing.
Can't stop the memories from going
into those places I should set aside.
Yet, them, I am unable to hide,
as I recollect that beautiful ride.

B. J. "A" 2
June 5th 2011