New Year

The beginning is always dark full of things to slip on now i have a light that is my mark i will find within this darkness my dawn Our quiet whispers are heard only by the free roaming emotions my only wish is to become high flying bird and and traverse over this great ocean that seperates our blood and flesh but it cannot stop our words our feelings and with every emotional carress we can feel the darkness peeling away from our eyes allowing us to see through the abyss through the very skies i would move the world for merely the thought of your kiss these feelings that i hold what is it that makes to me you so dear i know never again will i feel cold i await you, within the new year