If all good things must come to an end
Then the nightmare of losing you is forever

I stared and stared deep
to the eyes across the mirror
and drown and down,
Which one of us can immerse our souls
and feel belong?

Sounds started to fade away
the moment when it counts
that one time,
Which one of us, when it counts,
not listening to the deafening silence?

That baby in the womb
Will grow and flourish
Just to come out
To a world
Full of so many things
Good and bad
The bad being the worst
And the good being the beautiful
They will grow into the people
They will be
They will be influenced
By every single person they see
Shaping themselves into
The future of our tomorrow

I feel lonesome hands approaching mine
to walk me through the desert.
I tense my arms against the open night sky
which cannot be pushed away.

I want you to love my grey skies,
my pensivity that rolls across mountain ranges -
the same to me as sunshine igniting streams.
Just a different lens
through which my creature plays with light.
She is elemental
and sloughs skin off the earth like lava flowing
into the ocean to close its eyes.
I'll eat my own tail
to discover what I already know.