They knew me better then I knew myself, my found brothers.

Then saw into my soul and named me accordingly

After a fortnight my name was written upon the sky and the elders rejoiced

Gone from my soul was my Christian name and in its place the name of my true essence

It took me many years to understand, my name is, flys alone and Iam a warrior.

Her eyes carried the fire that could only be felt in ones soul.

She walks in the verse
I struggle to write

She is my moon on a starlit night

The cool summer breeze on a warm dark beach

Caressing my face yet so far out of reach.

Yes thats me.

The only one I feel.

Can it really be.

Alone is the worse thing to be.

Hopefully soon you'll notice me.

I fear forever I'll only be alone, with just me.

Time has past this much is true

But the words I write are still all about you

Your no longer here
But its still for you because of you , about you.

So perhaps I'll always have you in this special way. Mine forever. Though you did not stay.

Being the hopeless romatic in the face of reality , Is the loneliest place to be

To be the poet is really not that much

To be the inspiration
That takes a certain touch.  

I struggle with the words to capture that time. Alone with the vision of you so sublime.

The worse part of  having a muse.
Is that to them you are of no use.

If anyone cared this much about you to focus their day on all that you do.

You would feel so happy, its what you want most . But your eyes are blind to this simple host.

You search so long for someone to hold you dear all the while I'am right here.

My words written here you'll likely never see and the love that I felt will be felt but by me.