Then, perhaps you might listen, though I have nothing to say. Endlessly lost in your thoughts, it seems impossible that anything else ever existed. You began as a dream, but turned everything else into one. I trust nothing, but could blindly walk on the faith of this alone. My own existence seems justified solely by the ‘us’, the possibility of knowing an existence outside the self that has gradually become more a part of me than I myself am. A renewed bliss in all that I enjoy, enhanced by your presence in their importance. The warmth of the sun as it were, as someone said, from both sides; music to string unspoken emotions into the tangible abstractions of a tune; winds that reach for us in embraces; the unceasing heart with a cause to strive; the pleasure of a solitude that can no longer be.
I become my world. The silence of a moment to enlighten the spirit; the cosmos attains the trance. I know, and that knowledge is sufficient for a lifetime. I feel the world’s happiness; I am a part of it. Thrown, grappled and played, a physical existence can no longer bind me. What I desire, I become. You hold me, laughing; I am far too close for it. Enthralled in my eyes, you recognise what I see. Let life complain all it wants; we have found better. We are no longer bound by the ‘I’; it is no longer of any consequence. It ceases to exist, strengthening us. We are not a part of reality, for we create it. It cannot touch us. Time bows to our being as long as it is ours to enjoy; for who cares about what is beyond? What is ours today shall remain as long as we care to keep it.
Love!