Instantaneously it fell apart
as if there was no future from the start,
gone so fast it seemed unreal,
life and death had made a deal.

Your passage was too short, potentially
one of the greatest. Eventually still.
We'll have trouble defining what it is
we're missing. Your name is the only thing

that seems to fit.

A walk with fire
to reheat and warm my heart.
A flight through wind
to blow away the sorrow from the start.
A swim in water
to help me breathe.
A walk on earth
to be guided safely

back to where I belong.

Beyond collaborations of strokes of brushes,
so much more than arranged word gushes,
she was a shipwreck off a rocky coast,
the work of art truly worth the most.

Different eyes adored her in different ways.
Still every lock of hair remained in place.
Humble in the walks she took, taking
every sound as evenly rare in making.

She was a mirror in a brighter light,
a piece of me returning, burning,
yet less prominent with every night.

Blown it reaches the skin,
****** it leaves you with a cold
surface and a head to spin
or a mind to bend and fold.

A mere man creates
from blood and flesh and sizzling brain cells,
things he states
so enigmatic it itself tells
on what his soul dwells
or has been for the past time.

It's not a matter of being able
I know I could, if I chose to so.
When the ways you love, though
seemingly doubtful or unstable,
are so attractive, you would not part
them. Don't let them mislead the heart.

As it is known to hand in mysterious roads
to you the knowledge but not insight.
As you search for perfection, you might
just see the the air escape her nose, up close
you'll notice the ways are written in codes.