Ever since,
the lone star
were just inside an
hour glass.
Watching the brilliance
of your smile
enlightening the
whole surrounding
counting on motes
that fell down
every time your pace
is on mine.

On hour,
on minute
i keep the second
you had bring,
all i see in you
is foremost.

I had kept you
in an hour glass,
with your time
you gave to me
with the wishful star
that waiting for you
to fall.

You are the foremost
as everything,
you give me strength
as you keep me safe
from wreckage--
the walls will never break;
it never meant to shatter,
as we stand.

I cannot see outside of me
Just as I cannot see the other side of the other screen
Or the person who might admire my words
Or just how they might even appear to be

But this is fine and alright with me
Because foresight flows most equally
Both to and from the truth within
Until such truth is know to me

And just as I might never see
The person who reads my poetry
There is something refreshing inside of me
Like an inherent truth reminding me

That only the readers who I let see
Will ever get a chance to be
Within that certain sight in question
First and foremost, as it appeared to me

This is life. This is me. This is the truth I hold in this moment. (:
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