Distance Will Define Us All

How is it that you remain in the essence of the past?

Stable and consistent,

Unflustered and still...

Unchanged.

Appearance unaltered,

smile so flawless,

and your unfaded desires,

still tacked to your chest.

In the field of innocence

You stand,

Just as I left you,

Years ago.

How is it that you maintain your soul?

So weathered it should be,

abused and tortured,

Twisted and Mangled,

Like mine.

Like all of ours.

Yet yours is clean,

sparkly and Pure,

More true than a sunset,

More smooth than your voice.

Electricity flows from fingers,

As twilight does from your eyes.

So dirty I feel standing here,

Caught in your gaze,

Like a deer in headlights.

You know my flaws,

My intentions,

My fears.

So how is it that you are my constant?

A being so honest in your glory,

So experienced in Purity,

So universal in thought,

How could you be my constant?

My world spins,

My times change,

My eyes lie,

and the depths of my being withers,

And still you remain,

In the field of innocence,

just as I left you,

Years ago.