Believe.

Through all these years, and all these memories, there has been you. You pulled me through time, and now I search for you. I listen for your voice in the wind that moves my soul. I try to smell your scent, the pleasures that would make you whole. I attempt to feel the touch of your caress, when you would dry the tears that fell from my weary eyes. I dare to question why, you have ceased to exist without allowing room for me to say a proper goodbye. In smoke, I look for you, hoping that you will give me a sign that you have passed onto the other side, and gone home to a place that is free of flawed design. I cry, sob, wail, then weep as the strength comes and goes. Although, you left with grace, I know that your independent nature and spirit chose to leave this world for a better, and far more liberating place. Now that you are gone, I can still feel your energy in everything I do. From the moment I wake, to the last hours of my day, my thoughts and prayers are centred on you. Even the blues that rise to the surface longing to be put to music and sung, are nothing without the strength you gave me to articulate the words that flavour my tongue. From the Earth we rise, and back into it we go, our blood soaks into the soil, making us far more immortal than we will ever know. Yet still, I long to hear the softness of your voice when you would harmonize, creating melodies that came from deep within your heart, and to the Heavens they would rise. I drink freely from the fountain of youth hoping to carry on your legacy and one day make you proud, you were my queen, now and forever, we will meet again when my life ends, mending my heart, as we play amongst the clouds. A requiem for the dreams that I saw reflected in your eyes, now I will have to muster the courage to sing the sweetest reprise. The tree of life that continues to grow inside me will always have branches that are made beautiful by your leaves. From now, until my dying day, in your essence, I will always believe.