Un-apology

Sometimes I think the person that ever truly understood me
Can only be reached far beyond the horizon.

When an overcast of gray clouds obstruct silver linings
I search for her.

Solace slips its tentacles past Khaos into the tantalising arms of Eros’ loving charms
Momentarily halting a piper’s piped catatonic trance.

Awakening from a wintery slumber
and barely into spring’s arrival
Shadows lurk in morning dew drops
A bittersweet symphony of existence
Forging eternal dances of sunlight and moonbeams.

These were the times I longed to have my soul sister around.