And in an instant, hanging from the edge of eternal sleep a voice called, "write as if you will never wake" and so instead of seeing fear or seeking death I saw your eyes, so much more than brown or bright, a place I found myself eternally warm inside the glimpse of an instant, a split second into your soul and through the beaten path of the kind heart I used to know.
It's haunting to know I will never feel so alive, an addiction that cannot be appeased by the touch of a flame, only the remembrance of love in it's purest form, without brush of the body or explanation from a tortured soul, a wordless understanding gone unrealized so many times, for what makes us whole, and what will never fade, or gather dust, or age, or see pain, or need to be soothed.
In a glimpse of perfection I found God and eternity, and I saw fear subside, for the first time since I rolled in the bosom of youth I found the safety of you.
Before it ever happened, without fate, or lust, or love, it was gone...and with the lingering yearn I understood all to be nothing more than dirt and broken wants of what will never be found outside of that instant.
It cannot be described and it will not, for there is no writer or orator majestic enough to describe the moment you let me inside; you looked into me and you knew who I was. I'll turn the page a thousand times in hopes it will say what laid on my mind, and the more I search the more ink will fade from the fragile leaflets of wood that will rot and decompose back into nothing.
In your eyes I found more than your soul, or your heart, your mind or your hurt; I found you. As insane as it may seem, I know myself to be lost, and in that instant I gave myself to you. Though we may never be, and though this may go unheard, I know you saw the reflection of feeling I did in that moment, and in that instant you found what I will spend my entire life searching for...me.
