Us

A thousand eyes,
Spending a thousand days
Staring, critiquing, and tearing
Into my very soul,
Will not see in me
What you'll claim to
With naught more than a glance.

Countless points of dappled light
Will make up the sky above us--
But will blur as I gaze upon
Your seraphic face
Until I cannot distinguish
Where heaven ends
And you begin.

Truly, truly,
This saccharine dream
Will one day peter out
Into something simply
Beyond imagination--
Though to me it still will be
Something ethereal everyday.

Wherever you be,
Whomever you are,
And whatever life you live,
I long for you and the life we'll lead.

C.R.E.