She is the Sky.

The Sky needs no one, no love
She knows no limit, holds many secrets
Beautiful, untouchable
Let me bow before you
Pour out my heart to you
The Sky will always listen.

Shed your skin
Open your skull
Remove the sins
Remember the love
Begin again.

We are Two equal to One
Day and Night, Moon and Sun
Dark Clouds and Rain
Blood Flow and Vein
Where you go, I will follow
Without you, there is no tomorrow.

The room is cold,
bland and boring
When She appears,
I feel my heat warming.

We are Two who equal One
She is me,
flesh
bone
and blood
She is the tree,
roots
branches
and leaf
My sister is the Sky,
and I a tree.

She is the Sky.

She is the Sky,
endless
untouchable
existence.

See you in the synchronicities
...That's wishful thinking
Get to know my idiosyncrasies

There's something about the unexpected
That we always anticipate

Or how you always introduce yourself
Like I could forget your presence
It stuck with me
like the taste of your perfume
A savorous ghost
after you left the room

...Then my senses brought me back
To just a moment ago
Laced in your pheromones
When you left me trembling

Meet me on the astral plane
After we strip down to vibrations tonight
We'll build a world outside of our minds

A happenstance rendezvous
Your subconscious or mine?
We'll wake up on the shores
of Black Sandy Beaches
Where I vicariously hunted you my dear
through songs of another
Do you hear me in your headphones?
Passed the music

A subliminal soul
Telepathically delivering you the words
I cannot say to your face

...To the one that I write about.

Is this a misunderstanding?
Or am I reading too much into this?
You called me last night
For the first time in a month
Though I'm not quite sure why. 
See,
You never replied
To my puzzled text. 
You left this long voicemail
But I couldn't really hear you. 
Were you talking to me?
Or were you talking about me?
See,
I could hear people in the background
And I could understand some of what you said. 
You were saying something about apologizing
And saying it's been a month since you last called. 
Did I hear you say that you missed me?
And was it my imagination, 
Or just that it was hard to understand what was being said,
Or did you actually say something
That sounded like you loved me?
See,
Now I'm just confused. 
What was the point of your call?
Of that voicemail?
Was I just hearing things?
Or did you really say all that stuff?
And why didn't you answer my text?
Now I'm just confused.