kaleidoscope, hanging rope so many options, so many ways to go but so many ways to fall can you handle my all I guess only time knows time is so fickle but so are my fears time is so riddled with endings that's why I keep you near interlaced, preventing heartbreak but no matter the amount of effort the sum is pain so I worship the rain in my dry spell I focus on the power in myself to stand tall and plan for the many ways I can fall I wish the best for myself
I laid my pen and line to rest for twenty seasons as the frost settling in my mind and fingers, warmed up to dream only to waken again by the grace of a lover, a muse unlike any other, a kaleidoscope of raining colours.
With the twinkling of your eyes, the words fell out of my head, parading on papers for the world to see just as my veins welcomed the warmth of creativity.
You are the vision behind every verse I'm founding, thirteen in counting, a finer motive than fresh air and tranquil sleep every fibre is clawing at me to keep you close to never fade away like a withering rose.
Will my senses still serve me without your touch? Will I ever write again if I let myself forget the melody of your voice and your silhouette? I'm not ready to find out just yet.
We have taken a vow, my pen and I to keep you alive, for an age or two or however long it might take to find our glory in someone new.