As you became out
of control, out of touch,
out of sight, out of

your own depth at last
I learned that altering
for hinky pathways

will impede me from
knowing a higher self; a
journey toward the within.

My heart is about
to leave, ready to ascend
then hover away

on the dusked wings of
her before my woe-hardened
rib cage could shatter

her. An exodus
of the chosen ****** is her
new purpose to find

peace in the embrace,
the horizon's snowy clouds.
I would go after

her, but I'm rooted
here; this mandrake soil does not
let me depart, so

I let her set sail
and ask to be the very
sight of me; just to

watch over you while
you're about to blaze the new
path... From here, her bird's-eye view.

Sometimes I feel like
that you are so far away
from me that only
the cheek of your shadow will
be touched in this life of mine.

Passing through the jade
green understory of yours,
discovering your

forest-like body;
betwixt and between at last
I found my abditory.

Under the vault of snow-white
heaven, beneath the charm of
midwinter I picture the
home of mine in you.

Craving to harvest
the dew-like moments from your
skin; my endbegin.

We are like a pair
of scissors: alone - useless
blades of solitude,  
but together - Atropos'
shears cutting the thread of fate.