distance ...

Without me the sky is lonely.
I loved him
I nurtured him
with my glow.
I embraced him into my soul,
and clasped him onto my chest.
I kissed his eyebrow
and woke him at dawn,
I sang him a lullaby and
put him to sleep, easing his frown.
I pampered his every whim
with indulgence,
and held his tears in my palm
with reverence.
I wore his laughter on my psyche,
caressing his scowl with my warmth.
I draped his smile over me heart,
cuddling his anger
in the cocoon of my arms.
This moment of separation
is like a string of music snapping,
cutting us with its silken thread,
making us bleed.
Without me, my sky
is a still, placid lake,
with no ripple nor reflection.

Without me my sky is alone.
He weeps.
Without me my sky is lost.
He cries.