When at once we part
All color will fade to black and white
For I would lay my head to rest
If only there I’d dream of you
In our sorrow here remain still
Motionless into the void
The seas of saddened song
The nights of fearful thought
An empty dwelling throughout
So sorrow and courage
To brave new worlds
In changing seasons
Without a trace that you were here
When at once we part
She remains still, softly lit in the light of day. The morning birds to sing her song. Her face aglow with a hush kept quietly on her lips. My eyes are fixed upon her there. A glimpse of desire. My cheeks begin to turn red. There is a pause in the air as I wait for her gaze to meet mine. In this one moment I know her well. Her touch so soft, her voice so sweet. A place where all my secrets are exposed, the same in which they are kept safe. Her arms outstretch to a warm embrace. In the middle of this room we meet and become one to share in love what the world may not be let to know.
Here I stray, my mind slips and fades into the most quiet of places. We pine and discover. I trace the lines that first caught my eye. Her beauty overtakes me. This place where soul and body meet. In her I find comfort, joy, peace, tranquility and solace. I keep her close for she is safe within my arms. Her head so gentle upon my chest, her eyes so bright. I find rest in the simplest of romance. So transparent are we upon this day. A new life, a new love. We have begun to take on the best the worst and to hold on through the depths, for here is where life begins.
I spent the night in darkness. Alone to sit in silence. I painted, though my eyes were blind. I sang though no one could hear. I wrote though there was no light. I began in struggle to find my voice, my vision, my thoughts. Through a blurry moment I found you there. A quick glimpse of perfection. Lost in the shadows I frantically searched for your hand. When all seemed lost and you were gone, I wrote your name in pen. I sang for you, I painted you. In being consumed by you, you became my enemy. With countless acts of a selfish heart, I sought you. With fear in my fists, I fought for you. You, became reason. The paper on which I paint, the ink with which I write, the notes that build a chord. In this darkened silence you fade. You leave me with nothing. You take what little I have to give. You leave me in peace. I beg of you with writhing hands, hang these paintings and frame these words. I’ll sing you a simple song.
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