A Heart that Remains

Like a statue I’ll never touch
She stands, she moves
Stellar contemplation in the eyes that behold her
In arms that do not
A heart…
A heart…
A heart…

Embracing a void; a void so full
Inspiration from far too many light years
She moves, she leaves
One that does not
Remains…
Remains…
Remains…

Mental panorama and the mounts that adorn the landscape
Monumental sculpture of specific perfection
Precision fore planned
Therefore, a heart that remains, awaits…
Awaits…
Awaits…