Before I succumb to wandering skies,
I dream of an undimmed perspective
where we take our souls to the wind
and sketch intimacy shielding against
separated bases, damaged families.
We will deepen life.
You are my guardian
for when I think rapidly of your eyes,
I understand time has overruled;
let us not forget to count other ways.
I hold a disreputable age mark
but now I have truly loved on my own,
and I design paintings for us
in spare moments- unnoticed.
Breathing fond light,
I touch you with my heart,
choosing to live with your love
already moving in my remembrance.
I've been restricted for so long,
crushed emotions, holding me back;
so many follow your traces,
but not with the passion I color.
Our fate may never echo
what I have always desired;
all I want to die with is that
you realize my love for you,
my life speaks of sacrifice,
I never want to let you go.
You have already become
the quill of my intentions.
