I must part ways with you now, dear Darkness; Light is forlorn without its Laura,
my aura is dimming the further I drift in this alluring cradling away from attempts
of putting forth the efforts to swim back up toward Bliss:
I still hope, believe (barely), that it exists.
A parting kiss…
Yes, I know that means I will have to let go, for now, of that dream, but I can keep the parts that were seeded, for weeds they are not; I feel it, in that new spot, how I can nurture it into something beautiful still…
I return to the isle from a distance, leave a trinket, so it is known I’ll always be near,
No words for once for you, just this gratitude I transfuse from my heart to yours while you hold me a little more, and our hearts beat as one as they always have: it led us to us, our rhythm long ago set in time by the gods.
My love, I knew in that first moment, you were the one. It’s not cliché when dreams are made from the clay where star-wishes collide with the earth when they are sent back to finally be birthed.
You pull back to look at me, and the stardust in your eyes reveals the cause of the tears, those few magical drops that are silently released in the moonlight and cleanse both of our fears.