attaining things we never thought we would
the photos from when we sailed high on the sun ship
my smile consisting of snowflakes and sunshine

our shadow that links has disappeared
what without him are we?
lost souls that once claimed the other as their prize
mending the broken gashes of living

the ascension of you as I descend
Hard–like sweet bitter love belted out by the queen
happiness is followed by its partner–tears
when gravities pulley brings me to your lap—thinking with my lips

rationality is not logical—when love becomes the valid argument
our snapshot reminiscences rolled tight in their cylinder coffin
awaiting escapism