Written by: cayetano young

Just tell me how I got this far
Just tell me why you're here and who you are
                       -Michelle Branch, Everywhere

Beset by all kinds of thoughts or so while I try
To picture you. Thus, something not sacramental
Instead, a ritual: eyes closed, (for good measure)
So as to assemble you and you alone 
Who comes out of my mind's shadow barely a minute old:
Far and whose form a blur
Weightless like air next to the noonday sun
(Or perchance a bit of both) Of which I'm certain.
What if I fall asleep
Atop your facelessness forever and of such is not enough?Worse,
If there exists, I might dream
No thing.

Author's Inspiration:
Sung by Michelle Branch