gentleman_casper

My little Moon Goddess...my butterfly.

I wonder why lately her face is in so many I see? Every where I look. As a result I wonder where she is, what she is doing, how she has grown over the years. Does her heart still remember her brother? Does she see me with those far-away eyes God gave her. I no longer hears her call to me in dreams--I have not shared a dream with her since her 18th birthday in which she said I could not follow, and that she remembered and loved me. After five, nearly six years now--the oath to not cut my hair until I could embrace her again feels strange...I look in the mirror and wonder just how long it will get until I am able to see any of them again. And she, the one who from birth oddly fell into sync with my heart and soul. While I hope she is free from what I feel daily, I would not trade my end of this tether for the world--even if it is fated to be the only connection I will have to her for the rest of my days...my heart survives because of it.




~GC