The soul has much to say
Mortal stream...

I was never, too young
My forever, odyssey
Swimming across oceans, of time
Walking through showers
of broken glass
Perhaps, my dreams
have no heartbeat
Maybe, my wishes
are too vast
It's not my fault
that I can feel...the impossible
Watching her sleep
Like seeing a rainbow, at night
A rebel, with a cause
Leader of a revolution
Setting fire...to her heart
Cradling the only thing
I've ever wanted
Fusion of flesh and blood
My very spirit, saturated
...by her being
The Lord will ask me, one day, "Why?"
My tears, running waters
over smooth stones...my words
I'll become, a mortal stream
flowing at His feet
as I, whisper..."I love her"
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