When I look at the blinking planets
I see the stars that were your eyes
Swirling eddies and streams of light
Your soul now in the jewels of the universe
If only the gentle fall of the atmosphere
Held some semblance of your touch
Created and never destroyed
Loved and never lost
I see the stars that were your eyes
Swirling eddies and streams of light
Your soul now in the jewels of the universe
If only the gentle fall of the atmosphere
Held some semblance of your touch
Created and never destroyed
Loved and never lost
Happy birthday, my love. I still miss you the way I did just moments after you left us. I'm beginning to realize most of us just learn to go on carrying that void, that emptiness, with us for the rest of our lives. Is this the price we pay to know love in our lifetimes? I don't know.
Maybe, for me, it is.
Maybe, for me, it is.
