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









