Darling

There you are

Still smiling

Even in slumber

Metling my heart

Experience

Guided thoughts,

Repeated words,

Endless time got me here.

Rosy, fast-moving glints

Of mellowed nostalgia,

Best left discarded,

Remain somehow

After all this rain.

It's there, a faint film

Right around the edges

That just can't seem to be cleaned off,

It's comforting.

A slow sip

Marking the end of a long week.

A train somewhere

Out in the impenetrable night,

Calming us.

But like all experiences

We are left marred 

More imperfect than before

More human.

Fame

Broken apart 

Like a cloud in the wind,

When the crowd chants for more

The glass life begins.

The sand-torn corners

Where those monsters did hide

Are now burnt by the sun

And beaten by the tide.

That stammering voice

Spilling out of your lips

Is now amplified, eternally,

For clowns and critics.

Traded for solace 

The waves never stop

That lonesome lighthouse 

A new tourist spot. 

It's the life that you've chosen

You mustn't complain,

For you may sink and drown in it

Turning back into rain.