The stars shine less than bright
when I lack your eyes to see them with;
my petals droop without your touch,
and I am alone.
I wander blindly through the night,
and wither under the chiming skies
dim with the despair of solitude.
I cannot last without your sight,
your way of cherishing this silence.
Our roots thirst in seperate gardens;
two lonely wild flowers,
we grow towards each others' light,
and all that shines shines twice as bright.
2007 Jason Paul Fox