Spire the bones are week massing formations the devil,
Death is coming there is the choice were do we go from here.
Trust your feelings appreciated this life given no time at all.
Still a time before creation energy at one peace this was,
Formations these angels of nevermore placing hands on me.
I will say goodbye there is only love in my heart for you.
Imprisoned thoughts of self-destruction passing this night,
Summer will be with you soon I acquired ice cold hands.
Do not feel emptiness I gave myself to God tonight.
We have to know who are you there is no ideas of,
You read this across your mind I mean no harm.
Find love this is not a word can we question now.
Awake this electricity between us our connection,
A reaching to unite we cannot comprehend.
Treasure you are people upon crashing waves of time.
I become this feeling as the rain follows to the day,
We forget we travel we unite this is the end.
Peace be with you.
© Nicholas Leslie MMXIX Progressive Poetry, Fragmented