Like two ghosts, we'll dissapear
We'll blow our way right out of here
For us, the night is not a thing to fear
But a meeting place for friends and lovers dear

Sixty days straight you've been on my mind;
  sixty days straight is a helluva lot of time
  to go without seeing your face, beautiful face;
  Time's a race and I just want it to be erased!

If I have to be honest let me say:
  I'm angry about losing you, today.
No more of pining for what I lost;
  today's the day I'm angry of the cost!

Babe, I hope you're feeling the same way.
We melted into each other's
                                     cracks and crevices.

We intertwined in love like it was a design
  and our hearts aligned, our souls combined,
  torn apart, unkind; now all that's left is a
                                                               ­  chalk outline!

I know you'd probably want me to move on and be happy;
All I know is  I was happy when I was with you, so happy.
Our story shouldn't be over, why'd it get torn apart?
Like a trilogy cancelled halfway through part 2...

I recall our high place
Where we worshipped on summer nights
Sitting on the pond bank
Watching the sky's reflection on the still waters
Every star perfectly mirrored
We skipped stones along the lucid summer sky
Paying our tithes with moist kisses
Eternity whispered in our ears with breezes
Prayers scattered along the waters edge in white flower petals
We two children, closer to whatever God resided then in our hearts,
Than we would ever be again
Our laughter echoed like church bells rang on Sundays for worship call
The moon, our reverend, calling our hearts
To The Great Alter of All That Is
Time was still and stollen
We lived then,
I go there sometimes still and think of you
Since you were plucked so carelessly as the most beautiful of lotus lillies
~A