You.

internal,
ethereal.

You.

resplendent,
beauty incarnate.

Your eyes hold
my heart(in truth,
all of me).
Your eyes hold
all of me(in truth,
every part of me).

my eyes
see naught
but you.

my eyes
see naught
but you.

If
I could
reach
inside my
self and find

You,

I could
find
Love.

I would be
Your Love.


makemeintoYourlove

Sifting...

Sifting through the sand of an hourglass,
searching the Time of my soul.
Am I breathing?

For what it's worth, I am Nothing.
I am undeserving, the epitome of Lowly.

Yet.
Yet Love is mine, beyond logic,
beyond logic.

For this is the great question:

Who am I?


I am the Faceless One.
I am he who knows the Sun and the Moon,
who dwells between the two.


Sifting.
Sifting through these ashes,
I am what I've become.

I am the Living One,
given life from He who lives...
Given breath from Life.

What shall I say?
That I am a creature of Faith, Love, and Forgiveness?
It is not so…

What shall I say?
That I have done you no wrong,
that I am infallible in a fragmented world?
It is, verily, not so…

What shall I say?
Shall I say that all we have, all we have made,
counts for naught when faced with Trials?
No, this is not so…

What, then, shall I say?

I shall say that I am somewhere in between,
walking amongst the Beauty and the Curse.
For I am, irrevocably, an element of both…