And if I never see you again;
your silhouette against the sunlight’s image.
Pray that I become your shadow to protect you in the darkness.
So if you should fall
and I catch you….
Darkness and my soul you shall become.
You are my dreams in darkness and I dream that your blue eyes are searching for something beautiful when there are so many beautiful disasters coming into something terribly beautiful in the shaft of the shadows of nightfall in your nightmares.
So terrible against the light but yet so beautiful in the light.
Sometimes darling the lights have to go out when it gets near dark such as death and til death do us part as the light turns into colors you do not know of.
Colors you cannot recognize beyond dreams that frighten you.
Why do your dreams frighten you to fall in love?
And then you see me because the feeling seemed so obscure.
And that is what we call infatuation. That is what we call love.
And you love me.
Thursday, May 14, 2020
Colors Part 2
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