I sit listening to every thought
That seems to pass loudly,
As if the sound of shattering glass.
She slid gracefully and quietly
Disturbing nothing but my thoughts,
Fiddling and confusing my heart
As if talent was her life.
Slipping my hands under my head,
I started to draw
Images of her upon the ceiling.
Watching her eyes
Feeling the time becoming lost
And the world
No longer in existents.
The feeling of weightless came over
Nothing holding me down
And nothing holding me back.
I felt capable of anything.
Still resting upon her
I realized the strength,
Us as one,
And what I would be without her.
As if the stars of the heavens
I hope she will always stay
Always to light the way,
And I in turn
To keep her bright.