the cliff and the moon.

the pull of the tide bends me

fights your pushing

pushing away

the reality

that really scares you

the reality

of actually

connecting

to another

soft

life form.

the clouds have lost

their colour now,

moon wash lulls

our senses as
the collapsing 
happens.

it will be left 

to the cliff

to tell our story,

the moon to see

our struggle

and our surrender.

dream baby.

the thing is, dream baby

i left you behind.

the thing is, dream baby

i couldn't hold on any longer.

the thing is, dream baby

i didn't know if you were

past me, or future me.

the truth is, dream baby

you were so beautiful.

i remember you coming

private things in public spaces

i held you clean, close,

supported you as i sucked

the scent from your head

the life from your veins.

there will be days when i don't

think of you

but when i do, dream baby

you are the sun and the rain,

you drench my senses

with your presence.

you are the future and forever

all at once,

i look forward

not back.

the chaos stops,

the horizon shines,

the way is clear.

this is a dedication to the journey..