Impossible Landscapes

I wrote this for someone I hadn't met yet, who I did meet shortly after...there are many events in life that echo backwards and forwards in time.

Impossible landscapes spread before you and I,
As we trail the smoke through hazy eyes.
You take my hand as I take yours,
Our minds in sync, a matter of course,
For we are as one in this place.

We break apart as you fade away;
I choose to chase the words you say,
Jumping from rock to lonely rock,
Doing all the things you say I ought.
You're a voice in my head, a voice in my bed,
That speaks to me in the dark of night;
It all depends on the line of sight,
When the face you see is not your face.

I am yours to use, if I'm worth your time -
Sometimes I feel I've committed a crime.
Knowing that I'm nothing, in the grand scheme of things,
Yet behaving like I matter - like the songs I sing
Will ever reach your ears. Do you know what I fear?
That you'll see me as I am - what I want most of all -
And in the end, you'll be appalled.

But we are one in this place, where the sky stretches sideways,
And distortions twist us in all the right ways.
Inhuman, I am, unfit for this world. I like the way you've curled
The cruelty into crystals - hanging, like pistols,
To blow it all away. What can I say?
How can I express
This love I could confess?

I wish I had the words to match your nimble tongue.
I wish I had the courage to look directly at the sun.
But I am blinded, bedazzled, by the beauty I see -
The beauty in these landscapes, which you always show to me.
Fade into your background - that seems to be my fate,
Until the waves arise and wash me away.
I will float with my eyes upturned, waiting for your return,
And knowing I'll never be free.

I want to be with you, make one out of two,
In a place you'll always be.
If the place exists, and we resist...
Let you be you, and me be me.