For all the beauty in
the skies that
hypnotize me,
for ever sunset
and every sunrise
that I've ever seen,
in ever place
I've ever been,
you are the ground
that keeps me stable.
You are the gravity
that keeps me from
flying.

Remember the sunset that changed you?
     your hands, your lips, your heart.
I remember the fear in your eyes,
     your hands, your lips, your heart.
The air grew colder and so did you,
     your hands, your lips, your heart.
Shadows of dark blue paralyzed you,
     your hands, your lips, your heart.
The clouds were ready to devour us,
     *our hands, our lips, our hearts.

I am envious of the way
that the sun paints
his love for the sky
at the end of each day
in colours
so vivid,
so passionate,
and so full of life.

I am jealous of the way
the world is his audience,
that each person on the planet
can admire
his craft,
the art
that he's created for
his love - day after day.

If I could have a canvas,
one bigger than the sky,
with colours that
the world has never seen,
I'd paint it with
all my love,
for you,
my love.

familiar roads, familiar bones.
we are surrounded in solitude,
i am surrounded in you.

without you,
time passes.
but in such a way
that each second thunders
and echoes out the
silence that you left
behind.

without you,
it is cold.
but it is the kind of cold
that sneaks up like a six
am frost in January.

without you,
thoughts tangle.
the separation of wants
and needs
distorts and muddles
my sanity until I am at
war with myself.

without you,
i wait.
i wait for you,
it's all I do.