Long
Lonely
dark midnights
beautiful yet
this dark night is a
nightmare in the making

Frankenstein
is just life
in person

your body is an instrument I mastered eons ago, when the stars were young.
it is you I have, and shall always yearn to play.

at my touch, you open up to me; lines of familiar notes upon my fingertips.

together, we harmoniously orchestrate the ethereal music of our souls: a sonata of infinite synchronicity.

~ ♡ ~
God has blessed many with
the gift of sight in this
path we call life,
a gift that we
take for
granted

~ ♡ ~
Along the way, I've been
blessed to meet the
special few who
truly have
vision

~ ♡ ~
I did not have the pleasure
to meet her in person
But I can feel her
gaze in all that
she's written

~ ♡ ~
There never goes a day
when her page
is unwritten

~ ♡ ~
As she waves her hand
and thoughtfully
sews her
words

~ ♡ ~
For I feel that she adds
a piece of her
golden
soul

~ ♡ ~
There is a kindness in her
that all can detect,
a trait that this
world sorely
lacks


~ ♡ ~
And for that, she will always
have my respect

~ ♡ ~
This one for you, Kim.
I thank you for sharing your pages,
yours dreams
and your dreams within your dreams