CROWN OF THORNS

I sailed the ocean of thoughts,
Seeking words to describe you.

I ascended to the heavens,
Asking angels where to find you.

I crawled on charred glass crowned with thorns,
Embracing the pain of loosing you.

I held high our new born as a gift to the sun
Just to be one with the thought of you.

Darling, with the last stroke of my pen,
My bleeding will end and I will forever be with you.