To you ..

And you know who you are, and how you have touched me in every single way like no other. As only you know how. Like an angel shining through the darkness of my soul. To bring a glimmer of hope to this dead being within me, whom hope has abandoned to an internal song of silence in the cold depths of a grave yard that knows no bounds and has no exit, just an entrance to oblivion.

Who taught you to love this way ? what is it inside of you that made you love me so much ? a man that has given up the business of feeling, and succumbed to the loneliness of numbness. An ever so celibate hermit that has seen no light outside of his monastery and no soul left in him to redeem. Giving it all up, and throwing all of it to the abyss. Not knowing that this all powerful, delicate lucent hand, ever present, would one day declare him to be hers, and snatch him right out of the jaws of death and into her cradle of life and love.

Wherever you are, whatever you are doing; know that I am yet to even begin to tell you how much I am in your debt of gratitude, and in your love .. to you .. may we meet soon .. may we be forever together and never apart body, as we are souls.