Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

what was to be my passion
has perished
and transformed
into an angel

a beautiful little cherub
so young and
so filled with light

A sexless thing
not completely formed, but
sustained on a love
that came too late

if I were given the reality
the sought after dream
of a second chance
would things still be the same?

if I showed my love
from the very first
would it have made even a little speck
of difference?

you know what though?
maybe I DID do things right
the gods know I tried

maybe my love WAS felt
from the very beginning

maybe this little angel
this cherub of light and love
had just one purpose

maybe thirteen weeks
(or six depending on how you choose to look at it)
was all the time
this little creature needed

to accomplish all the
goals, tasks, teachings and lessons
I am still
struggling with

I don't understand
how I can love
and want something
so intensely

a being whom I shall
never see, hear or hold
in my mortal life

a spirit who left behind
an empty shell
inside of me
before I even knew
it was there

love and hurt
are all thats left
the hurt will fade
but love is eternal

I shall hold this love close
and always remember you