i see you there –

in the shadowy twilight of my used to be –

safe,

a memory tucked away for a rainy day…

i used to think the world revolved around you –

stars,

you made –

sun, only from your smile…

i often found myself absorbed within the all of you –

eyes,

dark as midnight –

doorway to the temple of your soul –

but me,

being me,

never found the courage for the journey –

and you,

being you,

never offered safe passage…

why is it –

now – redefined –

i find the feelings turned from awe –

to anguish?

how can i blame the dawn –

for day?

the moon –

for night?

your creation was not conceived for my salvation –

your hands much too large to hold the tininess of me!