If only you saw
The spendour that laced the morning skies today

Clouds as dark as night
Covered the the world above us
With only the horizon dipped in the sun's gold
Slowly did it creep over the skyline

And slowly, I felt you with me again

If only you felt such a morning's warmth
If only you were still here with me

No.
I say no
To the things you say.
But also, more importantly,
How you choose to say them.
With the distance of tropical rains
And foreign tongues of tonality
Trees of exotic grains
Moist with fragrant oils

You speak as though you're unfulfilled
An empty field of fallen flowers
Full of lost beauty
A shame.
You once spoke like spring,
Rain upon my roots
No.
I say no,
Not anymore.

We will meet someday
whenever and wherever
the Light will lead us

these shallow glimpses we share
as days grow long
the scattered thoughts swirl and bury themselves
in crevices of this old house
to be re-awakened perhaps
when we are many years gone
what can we salvage of this eternal bond
while the Sun buries itself behind the Oak
that we've watched grow from the kitchen window
since the days when our hair was thick and dark
and the smell of fresh cut wood was present
what words can I say to bring tears to your eyes
tears that would come from but a glimpse
that shouted my fervent love
we are captives of our timeless, undying, unwavering hearts
yet all that remains of this diminishing soul
would disperse like the final slivers of light
should I lose you