A Poem by QuietSeer

A soul without a home.
A wild rose, pleasent to behold.
Far from perfect.
Perfect for me.
Whisked away too soon.

I still see you.

I've watched you laugh.
I've watched you cry.
I've watched you grow.
I've loved you so.

Your hand snapped shut into mine.
We always were a perfect match.
I know no other person as beautiful as you are.

Its not your eyes,
its not you face,
its not even your smile,
its just you.
You were always the greatest.
You were the piece to complete me.

Why do I keep this fire burning?
When it keeps dying,
as the seasons keep changing?

How do I say goodbye,
when I haven't even said goodbye?
When I still see you in the mirror,
and I still feel you in my body?

Perhaps I'm unwilling to accept reality jusy yet.
But will these people ever learn?
They press their heads so hard against the stone,
that I can nearly see the bone.

When the day comes,
when I've accepted reality.
Will you be there waiting?
At the summit of our dreams?
The place we made our promice?

Where we can cast everything aside,
Where we can completely end this chapter...

Like a brilliant white light,
we can transmute into millions of little flickering diamonds,
catch lift on the wind,
and finally be reunited on a cosmological scale.
Lulu and me.

© 2015 QuietSeer

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Added on June 14, 2015
Last Updated on June 14, 2015