As we go hand in hand
on an untraceable journey,

seasoned passion
generates enough heat
to illuminate all the colors
of the Aurora Borealis.

Embraced in stillness,
your face is brightened by flowers.
A sensible woman,
you are never without them.

I find you indispensible
and tenderly embraceable.
Without out you,
life would be reprehensible.

Graveyards are filled
with indispensibles.
But replacing you,
is incomprehensible.

As we approach
the single moment
to leave for a world
without eat or drink,

our eyes are open
to wherever we are headed.

We are bound together,
flesh entwined as one,
on our way to a portal
of an unknown terrain.

The rest is silence.