the clutter of words taking wing beneath the wide arms of dense green oak.
the deciphering symbols now begin as parts of the mystery fall into place
one by one, each piece reflects in a mirror so similar to what I held up to catch the sky and reason, fragments that collided in mystical shape and formed into spirals seeking fresh answers
the dreams that haunted our togetherness for so long and I languished in every stroke of your poetic pen
now falls the silver cross and the lining in these clouds that have twisted and turned me inside out
yet I've built a crucible of hope from endless hyperstrings and pieces of magnificent beauty that I first saw
in your writing and significantly stayed magnetised by the unfolding of your life into my own searching.
I will stand here forever, watching, even as the sun dances into dark of night and my feelings grow a new pathway.