And how could I leave him?
The one for which stars burned,
the reason my eyes wept,
the reason they shined by fire
He is all a man
Glory in a small-shouldered frame,
but to me no vastness could be matched, He was a great as mountains
I can see forever in his eyes....
Or was it more, i could see a future in his eyes, a whole new infinity yet to be explored, to be dreamt, to be imagined;
This kind of feeling
had never washed so trongly over me before
had ever swept me out to sea, so far as being with him did,
and yet i felt safe as houses.
He was my lighthouse, my beacon.
and if those same self-fuelled stars were my compass, his light would outpower all of them,
no guide could be as brilliant as he
but not to the oceans, but to life.
When I looked at him...
I could see my everything. My children, not my kids, my home, not my house, my life, not my survival,
and all it needed was simply...