I may be mute but I can promise you this,
I know better than most,
of this long dark abyss

I watch from afar,
all the mistakes that you make
-
and how you hastily cover them
adding icing on the cake

Though I may not be perfect
and my throat is made of ice,
I have a voice of silk,
simple yet precise

A house made of brick
I stand strong in the presence ,
of the tiny cardboard cookie-cutters
-
built weak without foundations

so kiss my hands
and bow at my feet,
bending to my will\
and admitting your defeat

Her presence was like standing in the moonlight, both beautiful and calming. While I wanted to stay in her attendance forever like an artist wishes for the moon to stay and never greet the sun that is to arrive. I soon come to realize that, like a child wishing for his nights in the moon beams to never end, staying in her light would soon be no more as I watch the inevitable moon fall as the sunrise peeks over the horizon.