Distant dream

Thou has become a distant dream.
Archaic and fleeting in memory.
I hath wished upon each evening star that thou willst return to me, return and ease the dreariness in my now barren heart that even now
aches in such a way.
A tear I would cry but the salt long dried them up and now all I have is a void in my soul.
Ogh by the heavens I cry. The pain you have forsaken me with has made me miniscual and weak.
I make it through my colorless and desolate life by wishing to fade away.
And a small pingent of hope facading every now and again into despair.
I smile a fake mask as to keep from weeping but how much longer I can last without thou beautiful and sweet embrace I am uncertain.
I send a gentle sinners kiss to the moon in hopes it will find you well, and bring you back safely to me. I love you, my sweet sweet angel. Forever the answer you seek and the whisper to your preyer's.xox