She is, I am

She whispers, I fall,

melting into light.

She smiles, I cry,

giving to me her heart.

Laughing lights blinding,

hint of gray our night.

Twisting hands together,

new dreams to come.

Separated making one,

hand close to my heart.

She cries, I hold on,

tears washed away.

She dreams, I live,

for her touch of love.

Memories once forgotten,

waking nightmares of life.

Wreaking havoc we accept,

burning strong ice of war.

Testing depths of desire,

into the night solace found.

She lives so I can die,

swimming to worlds new.

She bleeds so I can cry,

raining love into apathy.

Fearing the fall embracing,

underneath lives of satin.

Realms sunlight hiding,

image blank seeking hope.

Taken to know unsung,

hearts of glass forever strong.

She loves, I am in love,

one light brilliantly shown.

She is my perfection,

I am imperfect to all.

On a raft of fiery tombs,

we burn as life fades.

Bowing before her I am,

closer than breath, my air.

Eyes open to speak silence,

hearts of one making life.











Johnny Newell