Rebirth of a Greeting

Minute spaces, cool breath swiping at our faces;
Tear drops molded by monsters and skeletons;
Created from love and eccentricity, shined to crystals that fall so graciously;
Stream of care running down my sweater, where you lay and rest, beholding your soul to me;
Slowly revealing, in time with the ripening of the moon;
The sharp stream of light from soft lips, hating to crave the feeling of this bliss;
Molding our hearts into a being of one, piecing a puzzle that 4 years ago had begun.