She just wanders around,
Unaffected by the wind ripped rain drops gathering on her soul.
She thinks that painting by the moon might just save her after all,
Brush to canvass for a safety net,
A hardened enchanted time that is now,
That soon will be about 2000 miles from her sweet smile.

Soft as she cowers,
Infantile in suffering for me.
Anguish is pardoned,
For the moments while the comfort lingers,
Sheet deep and in her now.
Finger tip to sweated brow,
An angel with a halo casting down.

Look at all those mystic roads,
Places to go and unfold in,
Blooming when the courage arrives,
From that last gate,
For my last place in her mind.
Gone be the birds she believes,
All beauty but the naked tree’s,
A wintered heart and a colder dream.
I wish my skin could be her warmth till then.

Tear wet silhouettes of the two of us,
Now just the you in us,
Building castles when the sand is too weak.
My own eyes wont see me without you yet.
Expecting a change on that day.

Your portrait bonded to mine,
While the sun rises without you rising to it.
I love you,
As the map to my heart,
As the key to my duality,
And as I depart,
Know ill never leave you,
Just return more able to be the king,
Of those castles in your eyes.
Watching stars,
As if they were just the holes to heaven.