I am a hill that peers
upon the sea,
that waits.
Her beauty, her serenity,
the calmness of her waves—
I hope that they will carry her
to me.
Her depth reaches to the heavens below,
as mine scales the heavens above.
Like two turtle doves,
always hovering near each other,
unsure of which way to go.
She cannot see me, but she can feel my breath.
She cannot hear me—but she can feel my presence.
She lacks the realization that I exist,
and that I would give her my entire essence.
I can only watch from afar,
as she lives her life so carefree.
I am nothing more than a burnt-out star,
and she is the universe’s collective dream.