Save me not
From this world
Shop of horrors

One who will
Save me yet
From myself

Perpetual 
Broken heartedness 
Self imposed abandon 

Whose presence
Has gravity
Of the kind kind

Holds up a mirror
Says, I like your flaws
They match your expectations

Then we hold hands
Into the wide blue
Sky, sea and yonder

Once it turns
Red, orange, pink
Sit in wonder

Till sleep befalls
Stars unnumbered 
Past light future wish 

Some other soul
Like mine