Four days out of eight,
and it was hard to take.

Nobody knows,
what we’ve been through,
or all the ways I see you.

They way your eyes light up,
when they look deep into mine,
and everything worth knowing is known,
in that singular moment of revelation.

I ascend from that,
with my soaring dreams,
and the way life’s dots connect,
bring my mind to an unknown peace.

I am granted the strength of Goliath,
in combination with the cunning of David,
and the world could bend to my incredible will.

The moment passes;
the dream died somewhere,
between my grand delusions,
and my renowned perseverance.

The passionate ones,
break their backs,
on the rocky shores,
of unrequited love.

How long does the ship,
stay its unsuccessful course,
before searching for another port,
where the shores aren’t as difficult?

When the soul dies.