I used to believe I never had
a boxy shape, and without a mirror...

She flows from June-
the reflections of the sun...

I hear the terror of the unknown
I see the rage in nature's angry blow...

It's like an orchestra of my nightmares,
my throat feels numb, close to failing...

I wish you could walk with me now
but you are cities away...

I see headstrong summits arise
from the dabbling rock...

It can take one day
for winter to freeze...

I thought for each
run around the clock...

Escaping out my small window,
Hearing the true distance of the city while...

Our love is like discovering the ocean,
far from home, too many moons to count...

Once upon
An existence...

I only have to take another breath
to realize that you are closer than before...