After meeting you
I find myself lost as if I fell from a peak
The mountain I stand on is no more
Tumbling down a sea of diamonds – all unique
Part of an avalanche, a moving floor
Confided within, lost, no sense of direction, not a creak
No sense of alarm, just awe – I simply must adore
This beauty, your beauty is what I seek
I am lost, true but with you I can imagine how to soar
You’re my rock, the hilt to my blade, be wary, it’s sleek
When I took a path with no end, you were the door
You are a light in the dark, you are mystique
Will you save me with your boat, don’t worry I’ll swiftly grab an oar
I promise, not I, but you will be the cacique
We can start a world, I will get some ink and start our lore
Hopefully I can see you again before the end of this new week
Steven Braun
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