When we stand at the edge of ourselves
Staring into the abyss of everything
All that we can fathom is a reflection
Of us; and where we’d like to be
Far from the ionic bonds of present day
When I stand beside you
Looking at the horizon’s illusion side by side
All that I can think about is who I am
inside; and how much of that I owe to you
For things you don’t realize you’ve done
That moved me like a solar wind….
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 