Through all the blood,

and dirt and pain and tears

I am here;

I am alive 

I am breathing.

Yes, my heart pounds within a shattered chest

but I am here

And I am here to

Stay.

She was a woman of the the mountains

of wild eyes

that crackled like lightning

and a broad and bristling frame

holding the force of the highest winds

in the muddy blackness of her mane.

I yearn for a life

whole grand moments

have not been orchestrated

by the blare of millions

but by the quiet fortitude 

of my own inner world.

That morning

she awoke,

and felt bird sing in her chest

and the sky expand

with open arms

calling upon her to

Fly.

Sweet one,

could you

perhaps

stay where you are

so that I may love you from afar?

Do you think I have forgotten you?

No;

I hold you in my thoughts

like a gentle whisper

a soft, sweet kiss

floating in the wind.

why does my whole world

seem to come alive

at the mere thought of 

you?

This life

my life

is as fleeting,

as a breath on

still water.

What is your talisman?

Mine, is the undying,

perhaps imagined,

endless love,

of a beautiful

stranger.