At last, being seen
before a moon's gleam,
surrounding me
in all I've ever believed.

What beauty before me,
drowning a night in an aura.
Will you remain even after
the final kiss touches down?

You are the promise I've held
close to a heart I've cradled,
being the water for my
thirsty throat, the light for my
tearful eyes in the dark.

You cannot perish.
You cannot go, even after
I've let your flesh flutter
into morning's colors,
even when your scent
stays in such cold.

For I would suffer
when I will remember
your lips, your smooth,
unscarred hands.

To cherish you,
to nourish your memory
will mean to provide
a promise to the wind.

Don't go. Do not die,
while your heart still beats.
For I'll remember it
answering my yearning
during an evening's
dwelling sunset.

I'll be awaiting
your presence in this
bedroom of shadows.
I'll await it, while I
forever believe in fate's
kindness to us.