KARMA

People always talk about their first love. Sometimes it's the last love that really needs the talking. You, you are the kind of love that I have begun to believe lasts longer than my depression cycle. You, when I am black and blue and hurting, stand there with the lamp in between your eyes that shines  the brightest. Every time I try to extinguish it. You are a firefly, on a dark night, fighting against my demons and yours. You are a soldier, a mountaineer, a poet who doesn't always have it easy with his words. Your words burn hydrogen into helium like stars queuing up in the sky. You are the reason I have begun to believe that the sky is a place that actually exists. It's a magic carpet hanging upside down and that ring that surrounds the planet 'Saturn' is nothing but Saturn's lover giving it a long hug. You are my longest hug, my softest kiss and my most meaningful shooting star sighting in a world where I no longer believed in  telescopes. You are the reason...