"Search for you, lost"

Distant

faint

glowing

dot

small

minute

cowering

shivering

shredded

limp

gone

Through time and wound I walk away

towards my star

wanting to find

her

but lousing her

in a massacre

of words

I walk through worlds

and I walk though

time

departing my muse

and shedding myself

to find

only star

so bright

and wonderful

and fair,

striking a match

never to be

her glow

of a star

so

divine

- I miss you,

Devan (Darwin sends love)

Authors note:

I would like to star off this by saying I wrote this on November 10th, 2009 around 7:43 p.m. at my mother's house in my room. Now, I know I told you were getting a poem so it isn't a surprise like it was last year, but I hope you still like it. But anyway, I have written you another one, and I hope you like them both. You don't have to. Just don't tell me if you don't. Merry Christmas. Hope it's fun with your wifeys