The Color of My Soul

Silent willows whisper as moonlight falls with quiet calm. Nature, I think to myself, must be the color of my soul. For in it, I am at peace. All I abhor leaves my tortured heart and a light erupts to emanate from the sky.

I am real... I am an entity of nature. I am the sun and the moon... the wind and the rain... the trees and every mountain. I have walked alone in silent isolation, believing that I am everything I desire to be. 

But then there is you... shining through the stainglass windows of my life, like art unto my embered soul.  Every moment irreplaceable and unrepeatable.  In these moments, you are the nature to which I belong... the calm in which I desire to stay lost... the air sustaining fire behind innocent eyes. You are everything and nothing in a sacred place where kindred souls will always remain, until the final breath of their final days.

I take solace in the understanding that you, like me, are also an entity of nature. A gift. The one I needed the most when I didn't even know I desired it. I can stay lost in these moments knowing there is no pain, no sadness... just a desire to please each other. 

When our time is over and we have said our last goodbyes, I will keep you in my heart across a thousand lives. For you have awakened my spirit, brought pleasure to lonely days, connected your soul to mine... and I am grateful. You are everything and nothing to my darkest and brightest days.