We
won’t be lost in translation 
blurring the line 
beautiful ghost 
never decline.. 
not quite reachable 
yet teaching my soul 
that lost doesn’t mean
one can’t be whole..
you are balm in my heart 
teaching right can be wrong
and delight can be had in the sad..
no sound to tragedy 
a numbing silence ensues.. 
no sound to joy 
no such rules..
yet moments boxed away 
come out to play 
creating an explosion of the heart radiating from the inside out..
a beautiful destruction is on display
reconstructing what began 
our beginnings..
everything is nothing 
and nothing never ends 
our story is forever 
in the end - my mind wins..