Going Down The Well

I had to be a boy first
full of foolishness
but empty in the bucket,
my prerogative
to learn lessons hard ways
finally getting back on track
figuring out where life
I stuck it.
When I found it
how many naive to it's time,
it was you my love
we could go so far
never to escape it in our mind;
Creations of heaven and hell
though we art thou
someone's creation,
a painted image
brought to life by your touch
pops,
with brightness of color
becomes our convincing vision
and a final resting spot.
After seeing hundreds of eyes
die
do we ever think to watch
one another's close,
spend the old
draped in shades of death
plaguing wasteless pages
of the heart's torturous prose.
I swear it!
Throughout Nirvana wandering
that love saves.....is true,
and this is no place of peace
or ending stop,
incomplete without you.
When, you again
float upon my cloud
bringing light in flight
to a grey overcast
blank canvas board,
mirrored smiles
infinite embrace,
I wonder.....
can we get back the bucket of years
if we go down the well
once more.