It is complete
I am done.
3658 words later I am done.
No matter the quality I am done.
Wasn't it always taught quantity over quality?
No? Well it is in the case of a 3000 word essay.
I will save my quality for shameless poetry written under the cool reflection of the stars
For the wave of rhythm that turns my feet into wings of freedom
For the all consuming beat found in Mother Nature's skin
In her rivers
In the silant cedars whom stand watch under a snowy veil
I will save my quality for creativity
And Love.
I will save my quality for dancers feet and watery paints under the moonlight
I will save my quality for the love of life
No more lost sleep over abhorrent essays
That are expected to be born from no structure
No. I am done with my essay
No. I will not re read the terrible word ***** I have exploded onto the pages
No. I do not want to touch, smell, or see my essay ever again
And if I should come to a point in my life
Where loathsomely long essays are required
I shall write more poetry to book end
my traumatic experience with beauty.

What if your eyes came back to me
A thousand years from now
When both our bodies have turned to dust
Countless times.
What if I caught you
In the face of a stranger
A perfect stranger.
What if I knew those eyes
What if my own welled with tears of forgotten grief
How can this be?
As I recalled fluttering skirts
Wild laughter
Dark curling hair
A ski ***** nose
and a love too powerful for one being to contain.
What if I capture your eyes
infinities from now
and still know them.
What will they say?
How will they prove souls exist
and that ours found the other in the face of a perfect stranger.
How will they prove that love
exists beyond the boundries of mans wonderments
that is is beyond full understanding
and follows souls between bodies.
Why waste our time trying to disprove and play down such a mysterious thing as love
When we are here to bask in it
To learn from it
To grow from it
And create a love that exists beyond the cage of human flesh
That expands into the very atoms we are made of
and travels through the soft willfull passing of time
What if I told you I loved you enough
To travel beyond the stars
Beyond the dust we are made of
What if I told you my soul loves yours
Infinitly.
I know thousands of years from now
When both our bodies have turned to dust
Countless times
We will find eachother in the face of perfect strangers
And recognize the eyes in which the soul lives
That knows no bounds