I feel your history as if it was mine. It is like a faded dream, but not less
real. Seeing the ways in which the world became salient to you. The stories that
formed this battle-ready mind and sapphire heart of yours. My soul extends
beyond the seas and the stubborn mountains that separate us. I become truly
myself when I am basking in your presence, like a sun's ray finally unfolding to
warmth on damp, cold skin. I travel for this with my mind and every fiber of my
pulsing heart as to achieve the likeness of a touch within this chasm.
I find you in your words, in your past, in your faithful and daring insistence
to be the light in the life of everyone around you. And as such, bring the
warmth that is so much needed.
I feel you have this ability innate, to give what is missing, to find the vein
of joy in people's hearts and mine it for all the crystals it has to give.
You make art out of it, you make it seamless and present. I love you for this
and for so much more.
I have no present for you but for my thoughts to reach you. I attempt to carve
in text what my love entails, but it is a frail and sad task. I will do it
nonetheless, now and forever. I will never stop looking for ways to portray the
richness of the world of beauty you inspire in me.
Even when you touch me, when you know me and feel me, I will never give up on my
words or any other brushstroke I can make to imitate your songs.
I will be there, I will be yours, I Am, Yours
I wish to you my love. I perform pooja to the skies and the mind that makes
all. I find wisdom in the silence of empty void, and in the brushing of the seas
against sand and stone.
But I find all the meaning in the world collapse in what you are, what you make
me be, what we are together.
I pray and I feast in your smile's delight.
I pray and I long for your dreams to become mine.
I pray for this universe to relive the birth of its goddess.
I pray and I wish you here, with me, forever.
You are my reason to smile, my reason to pray, my reason to be more than I could ever have accomplished myself.
My everything.
Yours, P.