You're not here. I'm not here. Apart.
Yet, I find myself completely consumed in you
Every shard of your reflection cast into my heart
A beautiful array of shimmering perfection
You're gone. I'm gone. Vacant.
Still I find each moment, the fragments of once been
Compiling into dreams of which I cannot awaken
Nightmare to most and daydream to which I divide
You're broken. I'm broken. Mess.
Let the wind blow my brittle remains into yours
As I slowly wither into nothing, breathe into you my last breath
We become something bigger, our wild leaves depart into the wind
I love your work so
I love your work so compassionate. your heart is beautiful, I love the way it stirs your mind to write...
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."