As I look out over the great expanse of the horizon, from the ivory tower I gaze. Watching the twinkling of the galaxy of light, here above the roads of world I look upon the four directions of the earth, I am haunted by a beautiful shadow that stares at me, that echoes to me in the electronic window in which I stare. Only wondering and hoping that the image is real. Realizing later that I inflicted torture upon myself, that this elegant astral image is only a reflection in the looking glass. Waiting for some whisper from the darkness to acknowledge what I have wrote. As dawn chases away the darkness, I must leave the image that has kept me company through the still of the night. For my heart breaks knowing that my illusion and self-deception, will end soon and I shed a bitter tear in the process of leaving. Though I will return my soul weighs heavy, for how does such an image of otherworldliness implant itself within the hallowed reaches of my mind. It is not thought that brings me back, time after time, but a primal instinct, a hypnotic suggestion that was placed there through the gaze of this beautiful, dark and sweet image that I have come to know. Alas, I must now take flight, to walk through the concrete jungle I call home and into caves that I must travel through, upon a serpent of steel I will ride, to the area I call home. Only to experience the little slices of death that I need, still only to be haunted by this dark, angelic reflection.
With Much Love to Daniel...
for your beautiful words