Uncanny
Time scales
Dancing in the centre of a sandstorm
Dust filling your eyes
Words I had heard before
"I love her more than you"
Back in the abyss we go
Back in the storm...
You could have left me in the desert
Dry and alone

You are the ghost of what remains
Able to persist in soil ruined by the workings of man
Able to grow after the rage of fire
I am in awe of your ability to exist in such turmoil
Yet know that strange soils can bring rich beginnings
I may know little about your world
But recognize your strength to do what many fear

I may not believe in a god(s)
But that does not mean that I do not have a religion

I believe in poetry

You buried me
Half the world away
And a lifetime ago

Yet you find me
In your every daydream
In every foreign touch
In every what if...

Almost...
But never quite