The way I looked at Chagall is the way I look at you. The song of natures ballad is the air from your mouth whenever you kiss me. The golden knives of sunlight reminds me of your hair brushing over my thighs and painting a masterpiece of blonde and scarlet rain. The crashing of moonlit waves reminds me how I fell, where an island was claimed from beneath the lashes to the depths beyond blue. The way she looked in sunset made it shy from her beauty and God slept well that Sunday for his greatest creation shone right through me. She lives apart from me now remnants of her linger I see her in my beautiful dreams I feel her in my pain. She lives whenever I sleep She dies whenever I wake But now whenever I weep I know ……… Joined souls can never break.