Worlds Behind You…

I am so late for you this time, from time. To time and around time. You travel alone through time into time. We are always losing our ways around time, bending time.

We bend bright light, light with numbers to find each other. Your light resonates meaning to light, for light. We love light, light we love. Light burns time from destination voiding passing light.

She is your only soul to touch, to touch your soul once hurts. You followed her touching soul up a river, she swam to you from me looking for touch, her soul belongs to time, light freedom of love and depth of sound…

She is worlds behind you…striving to see you again…♥️