Tides of Time

There must be something out there, beyond these walls, behind these barriers. City fragments lie diminished, pierced against the sky in ruin. I can feel myself losing touch. I'm happiest asleep because nothing matters then, nothing hurts then and nothing is expected. You can't fall short in dreams. Nights are growing longer and days are growing shorter. I witness the sun's ever growing beams of light fade behind a grey horizon line. Incessant rainfall reminiscent of tears. Dismantle my heart from it's highest point of greatness. With your words, your whisper upon my face. Your presence is the glow in my eyes that hits me like the winds that roll in off these tides of time. These jagged rocks pierce through the skyline, giving a whole new meaning to life. Adapt, create, destroy. Feelings are reborn and diminish with the seasons. The first light of winter has caused a shift in my promised land.