Still

Be still my heart..It's back, this flutter, haunting me, this war. The comfort of words I inhabit as if they were shelter, words of love that I wear like armor -- immortal, invisible, invincible to despair for a moment in time. Time stands by when I'm flying high, when I'm flying. Be still my heart..Words fall off as dead leaves, spiral down and out.. I am falling..apart, away. I'm in mourning of something that passed while I slept, of small hope of comfort of calm. For a moment in time, for a change. I'm the keeper of all premonitions, I see and I wait.. With my keepsakes as proof that I lived and I loved and died trying. My Necropolis. In my dreamy white, and my basic black, I am turning grey.. Words of warning, so many words..rest in peace. I'm the inn keeper, I hold the key.. to encrypted messages sending me back on a whim, on a cold night like that..on a long flight, love me to death..so be it