Beyond this world
There lies a world where, you, wander-

Though you have no visage, or voice
Your warmth and waves still caress my soul.

When I lay, enveloped in the darkness
You shine a ward: because you are not heartless.

When I cry, awakening the hellish storms
You are the bucket for my floods; life reforms.

But you are not bound by life- you no longer sense gravity.
You see me through a stained glass of concavity.

Like shadows that follow and linger, only in the presence of light-
You are present and comfort me from my deepest fright.

An entity that floats in a silent, tranquil rift
You have given me strength and courage as a gift.

So whenever I long for you-
You will come to visit.
Sit down and tell me your story...
...My parallel spirit.