This world has

Rubbed me raw.

Left my bones

To its' seasons.

 

Yet you,

You appear before me-

Unscathed

Unaware.

 

Mine forever to gaze at.

To remind me,

That bliss did not die.

I simply replaced it.

 

Substitution for what?

I ask your shadow.

Ashamed to speak these things

To your face.

 

What could I have desired;

Considered,

Dreamed-

To have lead me to this place?

 

And though I may never

Know these answers,

Perhaps one day

I will learn from you.

 

What did you do different?

To keep so well preserved

From the waves, from the wind.

Ever-changing like the paths we all travel.

 

Our paths.

Which inevitably 

Lead me

To you.

 

Not one moment

Would I change.

None of the dark

I would cast away.

 

These things,

I see- are fickle now.

Undetermined

Irresponsible.

 

And you,

You are the Factor.

Subconsciously

Succeeding.

 

An energy

Radiating out to the dark.

Just bright enough,

For my eyes to see.