I can just imagine what your parents are like. The people who conceived such beautiful, delicate deity. The people who prepared you to live such a full, impressive life. The life that brightens the existence of the people around you, and that humbles all creatures in Earth.
I spoke to you this morning. You sounded cheerful, you sounded full. I could hear your smile, and thought how much I would have wanted to be with you. I love how your voice carries your feelings like a wind carries a dandelion. How when you are concerned, you transmit it. When you are joyful, it only takes to hear a word out of your mind to picture your smile with such clarity, that I know that whatever happens, I will be alright. I feel you next to me, feeling the warmth of my breath in your face, feeling the gentleness of my touch, accepting the invitation to my open heart.
Whenever I close my eyes, I can see your face. I can see your smile, and your peculiar nose. I can see your eyes inviting me to play and dream, and I can see your hair, your perfect, golden hair, and I appreciate the way the sunlight makes it glow gently into my eyes.
Who are you, illusion, who wonders in my mind? Come with me tonight and show me the way. Walk with me through life, but not as a companion, as a light. As a guide. As an inspiration. Stay by my side, don’t you ever leave. Wipe my tears and dust my garments, for next to you I shall never fall again. Walk through this journey with me, join my parade and light my fire.
Do you think of me as the night turns into day and I wish I was with you?
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