"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly." - The Little Prince

The dark of a stormy night laces the glass with rain
With the tears of the sky I often feel on my own cheek
They remind me of a past from which only happiness was met with laughter
A time when cares had no care of me, I needn't any use of them
Until they were of immeasurable angst and despair
And all at once again the cares laid only on me
Had lost my other half, the stability, to this unseen tether to our wrists
We became of a broken outer shell that hold these bonds still against our will
A bond so strong as to be named love, they call it
Further deepened by thoughts of most work, not of joy
They lack of joy and overflow one's hopelessness
And now find myself in loss of words over anew
Some deepest and ever truest love plays still in my mind
While a mere interest rears its intriguing beauty towards I
A temptation much too strong to deny, yet much too forbidden to name
I mustn't be one to have one and long for another,
But a love ever too fond and an interest ever too deep
A choice of a rightly heart over that of my mind

Stood in the deep
Nowhere to go and no place to call home
No one behind me
Lack of support all in sight
Too small to be seen
Standing in high waters

The restraints of depression creep closer
Inching the space of air ever smaller
At a loss of breath
My last hopeless breath
Then a teaching hand revived me
From the dangers of high waters

Hands of gentle strength hold me tight
They hold me higher
Above the collapsing walls, even if they consume him
He is distracted by my image and I of his
His beautiful image raises me
From the depths of high waters

Now these hands that once held so tight,
The hands of one who saves, a savior
They have begun to fall
I cannot bare the image of losing them
I try to urge closer,
But drown under the walls of high waters