Happiness

Never forget my children, that happiness never lasts. It is the matchstick in the dark.
When struck, it lights ever so briefly, growing warmer as it growths.
But then you feel the sting of the flame and you let go with a startled gasp.
The warm flame sputters upon the ground, then dims and vanishes.
It burns into your eyes its impression that just wont fade, and your eyes made even blinder.
And the starless, moonless night, still grows ever deeper.

Magic

The night was spun of magic, an indigo and silver coat.

While time flows on and still I seek the magic I set afloat. 

The rage, the horror, the sobbing moons now seen so debased.

The lesson you set out to teach me that dreams should dreams remain. 

I'll descend from the sky, with wings torn up, soiled and unclean. 

The halo shattered like glass upon the concrete. 

I'd built myself a heaven on earth bathed eternally in gold. 

I'd found the flowers withered and cloying fruits black with mould. 

Still you look at me with those tortured eyes, so gentle and pure.

You plead in that bleating voice but leave me crippled and bare. 

My thoughts will linger still on dreams that have long been dreamt.

Hidden in the depth of the sea, more dragons than you can fight. 

The book of memories falls open again to an earlier page.

The words inscribed seemed more touching than upon first sight. 

Charmed like sleep, it lulls me, to past love's rosy hue.

The endless nights, the laughter, silences that were too few.

Don't comprehend this fantasy, to me it remains so dear.

The stilled quill and silences between us are born of fear.

By width, length, and by depth, you are measured so fair,

But the night spun of golden magic still hangs untouched in the air.