The Reason

[Guest guest]

I sit at the edge of steel gray existence

moving ever moving.

Under the compulsion of time,

eons float by,

like the jetsam of some faded dream.

Reminders of the never ending dialogue

between you and I.

The song of our love,

striking the the only harmony

we will ever grasp

in this vast ocean of discord.

It is more than enough,

much more than enough,

for a reason to exist.

My heart, like a tarnished flower

falls into your perfect hand,

and together,

our silent prayer

fills the autumn sky

with stars.

 

Mace