Mouthing words, yet unspoken
Taking flight, deliriously piercing through ocean skies
Gliding surfaces of the vision
A liberated swan
Awe, in beautitude
Nature coincides romance
Journeys, on

A candle that once burned poison flames, you helped die out. With blooming chemistry, you lit another flame; a fire gradual in warmth and gentle with care upon my restless heart. The ray is dim, but it brightens day by day. My heart's at rest whenever you fill spaces surrounding me, whenever fears consume me. They, the words of reality which you have given me, they sustain sanehood. With that, the plunge I drape hopes onto requires your catch. Let's hope this fall didn't arrive too late.

Because falling is what I'm doing.