Him

Possessor of the night,

Clarity of the whole,

I look upon him and he speaks to my Soul.

The spark that is there

Without a care

To the world that undermines an artist's eye.

Him I surrender to

Without a clue to what may be

Love.

His genuinely beautiful Spirit I see,

For it is already a part of me.

Let me soar,

Explore.

His world and my own

No pressure of the time

Or distance of our hearts

For I truly feel that we will never be apart.

Always grateful,

Alisha xoxo