I miss you
Like a grain of moisture misses the aftermath of our ultimate orgasmic fading
I tend to let go from time to time, ever since
In my dreams, I stray in oblivion... until darkness enfolds me.
Now that our time has passed...
And the fervency of youth elapsed in and through time,
All I can do is remember
Not necessarily the way things happened
Nor the way they should have...
All I have to do is let go...
And plaster reality with sentimental dementia
It is odd my love...
The moment I heard that I may have found you again,
In the most vocable sigh,
In the most conspicuous sight...
I chose to mute the echo of your cherished memory...
I pledged not to see the footsteps of your leap.
Night disappeared... and I feel no more
As if I never strayed upon your blessed feather lap.
Strange it is...
I never sensed the presence of angels so near me...
Original artwork, by Kunstfotografie((Johanna Knauer)
