The Chronicles of Michael(pt.1)

Enim Eb, The Steps to the Runway...

Will you be my shoulder? When i'm gray and older? Promise me tomorrow starts with you getting high...

There across the chasm, there it was. A sight to behold. It caught his eye and it would hold on to it forever. For an eternity he stood there, gazing at the rose he would never hold. His eyes would never move and he knew his would never feel the softness of the rose. But he watched it from across the chasm and that brought a painful joy to his heart. At least he felt joy...

Deep the chasm was,
If he could he would fly but alas his wings were
Long gone. A Sacrifice he had made, an eon ago, wasit worth it?
Yes, no,a lifetime ago, he would have said yes. He didn't know anymore.
So across the chasm he remained, never able to grasp the rose in his hand...

Beautiful it was, glowing ever brightly in the
Evening light, the glow would never leave,
Morning, noon or night. There it stood, leaving hope
In his heart. A joy he would
Never know in the rest of his eternities. Some how, just gazing was
Enough for him. And there he would remain for eternity.