Morning view of you like sun rising 1000 times. But alas the vibrant colors
of the sunrise is void as you have refused to make your debut. So I
wait for you. Not sorrow born of pointless patience but a blissful
absence of future memories destined to occur 1000 lifetimes from now.
Acceptance…
So I sit as a thread woven into a mosaic of multiple universes…
Wondering what it would be like just to cross paths with you again.
I would be a stronger man.
Full of the confidence that I would supplement your trinity. Mind of
minds, a body so divine, and a spirit born of Oshun, dripping in
heavenly honey… And I
Am
The
Bee
Love is spelled in the actions that expressed the letters 4 in count
but infinite in feeling. Still I believe that love is universal, is
God, is freedom, is life, and all things that make the tick tock of my
heart form the binary code that brings me closer and closer to you.
But alas the blissful dreamer remains in the clouds while reality on
the ground perpetuates an existence void of color, shade, magnetism,
movement, light… And I pray for my sun rise.
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