My heart is about
to leave, ready to ascend
then hover away

on the dusked wings of
her before my woe-hardened
rib cage could shatter

her. An exodus
of the chosen ****** is her
new purpose to find

peace in the embrace,
the horizon's snowy clouds.
I would go after

her, but I'm rooted
here; this mandrake soil does not
let me depart, so

I let her set sail
and ask to be the very
sight of me; just to

watch over you while
you're about to blaze the new
path... From here, her bird's-eye view.

Sometimes I feel like
that you are so far away
from me that only
the cheek of your shadow will
be touched in this life of mine.

Passing through the jade
green understory of yours,
discovering your

forest-like body;
betwixt and between at last
I found my abditory.

Under the vault of snow-white
heaven, beneath the charm of
midwinter I picture the
home of mine in you.

Craving to harvest
the dew-like moments from your
skin; my endbegin.

We are like a pair
of scissors: alone - useless
blades of solitude,  
but together - Atropos'
shears cutting the thread of fate.

Being ancient but
perky I am not here
for you to bond my

strength, to lock me like
a djinn into a bottle
for making a wish

as and when you wish
but to guide your sailboat through
wild, choppy waters,

just to play with your
hair, to cool the fever and
kiss the tearful face of yours.