You are blood from my
blood, word from my word; my own
voicething creature-kin.

You missed the point by
the blind point of view at the
point of no return.

On days like these it
makes sense to lose the common
sense of mine by you.

Losing the right to
occupy space I became
unanchored to this

flesh prison of mine.
Even my words lost in the
wind, but not to you.

Silencing the sound
of voices here, in my head
and beyond let me

exist in your state
of stillness. And let me count
the remaining time

of mine only by
the warmful beating of your
trusted, word clock-heart.

Your steps are taking
away from here just like the
arteries carry

the blood away from
the heart and now on you are
going to be not

miles but lives away
from me; dimensions ahead
hidden in your cloud fortress.

By closing my eyes
to the outer world, you taught
me how to create,

then see myself from
the inside for your lesson
was about giving

the very eyes of
yours. Now let me give my own
heart to you, thus, by

it you will able
to love yourself just as I
love you from the beginning.

Realizing in
that very moment, when your
hair was coloured with

nocturnal darkness
and your eyes revealed the fair,
starlit sky itself,

at last, I happened
to become my true self: a
found one, a gazer of stars.