ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
'Six thousand and seventy two', I think,
'Six thousand and seventy two miles away...'
for this is the thought that humbles me this day
Questions race through my mind
like Topolina on a wheel
Desperately differentiating the things I 'think'
from how I feel
We keep saying there are no coincidences,
only time
But it's THIS thought alone that makes it all
so unkind
For if he is my 'mirror', my heart soars to at long last
know his name
Fulfilled, and then some, I should be to ease his pain
If only he's to know that from HIS words
they do the same
For as day runs into night then again into day
friendship is caught not here on Earth,
nor amongst the stars,
but somewhere in between
So Dear Lord, with only this one prayer to You,
I beseech Thee...
If only through You, hold my 'mirror' closely, *with a whisper* to him:
"Your Wondrous 'Mirror', she feels what you Mean."
'Six thousand and seventy two miles away...'
for this is the thought that humbles me this day
Questions race through my mind
like Topolina on a wheel
Desperately differentiating the things I 'think'
from how I feel
We keep saying there are no coincidences,
only time
But it's THIS thought alone that makes it all
so unkind
For if he is my 'mirror', my heart soars to at long last
know his name
Fulfilled, and then some, I should be to ease his pain
If only he's to know that from HIS words
they do the same
For as day runs into night then again into day
friendship is caught not here on Earth,
nor amongst the stars,
but somewhere in between
So Dear Lord, with only this one prayer to You,
I beseech Thee...
If only through You, hold my 'mirror' closely, *with a whisper* to him:
"Your Wondrous 'Mirror', she feels what you Mean."
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
Comments9
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Awwwww. 
!
!