There is Nothing

There shall never rise a morn that I can admit to being cool with the absence of you. Never the day shall unfold that I be fine in the wake of your departure. Scarred me like a tatoo...shot be down with silver bullets. I lay slained...my last breath at you mercy. I cry for you with the one remaining beat of my heart. Distance is trickery...time and space are but illusions. I hear you when you speak not and feel your presemce from afar. You are music and I am art. I am captured by the sorcery, your black magic, peircing. Weakening. Joy breathtaking. Sorrow deafened. My resaon hushed and logic is silenced the same. Your love is animal I wish not to tame, yet I you claim. So we ride, wild and rambunctious like the sea. I live in you and you in me. There is nothing one can say or nothing one can do...i would move mountains...you'd hitch a ride on the moon. I would cross deserts, you'd swim a monsoon. There is nothing from heaven to hell that would allow me to compromise...the taste of your laughter...my reflection in your eyes. We are but one rythym and there is no rhyme or reason. I will weather the storm...from season to season. There is nothing anyone can posses, nor is there any trick of the tongue. We make love amongst the stars...I lady of the moon...him child of the sun