heartography

sat so quiet at the stool, compass and gauge my only tools, by means of which to take to sky, to find the faith with which to try, anything that frees our dreams, procure some sense from senseless seams, the quotidiien is in distress, the tired, erring, pale duress, come conjure here a newer shade, a feeling that will never fade, traversing states, oblivion, becoming more than just someone, whilst mapping sky, i found your heart, my unexpected, other part, and fixed thus at a and b, the rarefied you and me, i close my eyes and pray that this, will linger beyond morning's kiss...