ripping colors of a distant image

Reveal a shape that I can't see

They paint the trail of a dream

But distance is more than I can breathe.

Still far away, still cold



My aura chokes me

Lies to me loves me

And despises me

Yet in the end

She whispers to me:

"... but remember, 

You'll always be closer than is seems, 

You'll be forever embraced

In the birth of a hidden dream".

How could I?

Too late to realize

That shape was the same as me.