Have you opened your eyes today, my friend?

Have you felt the breeze rushing along and through the mighty skies?

Can you just look at the leaves, for me, and me alone?

I would like if you could walk to me just once, if you could tell me of the things I crave to hear.

Alas, I can see it hurts you in every movement.

How long must you remain alone in this place?

Can you not see the hands, outstretched, beckoning you to wander near?

I would like you to hold my hand while you wait for the earth to speak.

I would like to speak to you of the things you have not been near enough to see.

Might you forgive me in my impatience?

There was maybe one day where you could smile, where you could dance and sing such lovely feelings.

Why must you be so still and calm before my very eyes, my friend?

What has your love now become, for the world around you?

Could you please come home to me?

I still ponder the life we could have one day built.

The heights from which we might have been, ourselves, where one might smile and laugh at the ants far below.

We could have spoken of life unto those who cannot feel, and joy for those who cannot yet see.

I could have become the man I cannot now be.

Among the stars we could have gazed and unto darkness simply laid upon the floor.

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I can remember the days we used to be the architects of such great design, and so, so much more.

However, all I can now see is the place where you are no longer waiting for me.

No more hello's nor goodbye's, merely silence, never to be betrayed by its opposite.

Why have you gone to such lengths to prove my fear, my fear of this realm?

Could you not have simply walked away?

Instead I must re-live the day I witnessed such a ship slowly drown.

While you quietly sifted away to where the ocean met the heavens, I could only stand and watch this mosaic most beautifully crafted.

Into the light, I can only hope you have wandered on your own.

This place I hold so dearly, I am afraid i cannot share, for all you deserve is the castle among the clouds, as you should know no fear.

Inside this quiet place, I shall hold all of the shadows tight, for you have no need to find them.

Might you hold my hand again, when one day these shadows abandon me, too?

I have seen so much beauty, so much colour.

I have caught the singular glimpse of you and your heart.

And within it, all I might have learned was how I ripped myself out.

So bloody was my extraction, so violent this fear.

And upon the dawn of my shame I have seen the light, no longer within your comforting eyes.

Why must this be what has become of us?

Why am I here, so lost and grey, while you are so, so far gone from this place?

Could you not have been my friend a little longer?

Could you have perhaps forewarned me of such a fate?

Now I must lay awake and dream of the life that waits for me beyond the horizon.