He is a Wind

I can feel your presence as your absence...

You came, I fall

to the deepest point of symmetry

Mysterious glace that pound beats

Alive as the vivid warm heat

You're there, I'm here

Split of second exquisitely beatific

Making existence much worthwhile

as the beautiful rose that never fades.

Where are you? Where am I?

Lost... 

Every steps without you breaks my essence

Wishing in tragic scenery of your presence

Hoping you'll be found...

Thee the missing piece, 

I can still touch, feel the abstract

Feigning your there o' er mountains

Cause I discern you'll come again

Please...

Never leave as my chest bleeds

Not ever be a breeze

Do not be a wind.