Sunday, August 8, 2010

A Realization

You are real as the sky above.
And like the sky, I miss you only
in Hell or Mind, the times
I feel the confines of my life-away-from-Life.
I love you like I love the sky above,

who, covering completely
me, loves me,
more and higher, better
than I care to cover any other with the width of two arms short.