etching

Beauty lingers as love remains

In the eye of the enchanted

Watching the snow fall around you

I am envious of the air by your side.

I rest my head against

The glass bubble surrounding you

Though we cannot hear each other clearly

I feel as if our old souls

Will recognize.

I scatter the ashes of my preconceived notions

Prior juvenile trifling

In the consciousness expanding depths

Of two souls union

Bridging the gap

The separation between halves

I hope to see you there on the other side

where the sun lays with the moon