HiM

Molten...fabricated...welded into my heart...a permanent pulsing through my veins...I eat..I breath...I drink...I think... of him. Like the dew on the daisy...the sun in the morning...on the wings of a dragonfly I dip through the garden...hovering above meticulous landscape...I soar to the trees..just an ounce of forest scattered about...I dream and I doubt...and I sit and I wait...hoping and praying until I get a glimpse...a breath...a whiff... of him. Day and night, through feast and flight, visiting at the grayest of sight...I dance on a dime...until comes a time...because money is nothing without monetary gain and fame and fortune and bullshit to boot. Living and dying...loving and crying...emotions like a death scream, a quick beam when the cream of the crop off the top of a frothy layer of bubbles, I slide under the mass...and sift through the stubble...in the dark of night...no more I fight...but let them in....forever dreams never end...all for someone I can't see, can't touch, can't have, but I don't stop ....ever...thinking of ....HiM. He is my heart.