You wrote me like crib notes
on the inside of your heart,
my name inscribed on the walls,
my voice
a hush in the melody
of your heartbeat
and you painted memories
in the halls of your mind
like mosaics brushed in delicate colours
bearing the likeness of me

You whispered into the night breeze
in the softest of voices,
words I recognized from forever
yet knew I had never heard before
and the sound fell like rain
in a gentle mist upon my tongue,
and I breathed you in
on a wisp of moonlight
and felt your song
humming from within

And I carved your image
into the caves of eternity,
then slowly ran my fingers
over every curve,
committing every etching to memory,
and felt your ink seep into my veins
until your pulse beat in the pad of my thumb
and I pressed it,
soft, against nape of my neck,
closed my eyes,
and felt you fill my soul....