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It seems like a good time

to trade grays for pastels.

It feels good again

to touch the sun...

to see the only star

cloaked beyond a cloudy sky

and to know that you see it too.

Simple depth in a world universal

and the thought that my sighs

feed the air that brings you life,

that my words fill the balm

that brings you peace.



It's been a while for me.

Spending empty in deep craters

void the words of sweet exchange.

Mere touch seems immortal...

like some things lost are never gained.

It just seems odd how just your name

can make me smile without design.

Floating high above the whalebone heart

that shrouds my pulse inside.



Still, time to think and dream of nothing

is by far the best for me.

I can wait, persistance frees me

and someday you will see.

That even flickers become embers,

become flames to warm your soul.

And the best part of forever

is the you that makes me whole.