Each passing winter:
I learn to listen more.
Understanding :the demons that haunt me each full ,shining ,or darkened moon;
fearing the loss of you ,
lest it be the parts I lost to you ,
lest it be what I found in you.
As the smell of the Earth( after it rains);
I remember how they took more of my brain.
You came,left: each demon slain.
To control ,deceive ,make impure: no more!
I am ever reminded of your bravery ;(breathing) Petrichor.
Comment : I am thankful for my soul companion .She will never comprehend what she truly means to me .Every sketch I’ve made ,words I brought to life ,concepts I’ve delved into; have each made it to her consciousness through me.Honestly ;If i keep them to myself ,or to you ,I would die inside .As I have before .Her being the extention of me,she saved me .Honestly ;her opinion makes me feel worthy of any title she proclaims .Poet ,writer ,painter ..true love.