If I dream to venture beyond this day it is out of exhaustion that my eyes turn to search for new stars.

Everything reminds me of her, flashes of her eyes and finger twirling her hair

the soft contour of her lips arcing to a smile with ethereal grace.

I have been sitting for days staring out the window crippled with dreams and thoughts of her, knowing my mood has blocked the sun until she is at my side again.

I have begun a countdown of the days before her return to Austria knowing that this winter will be hard without her.

And that I must stop to let her be, her soul is free and her desires remain consistent with her beliefs. I understand her need for freedom our needs are the same though I would like to slow her down for a while to make the dreams that will be our life as extraordinary as she is to me.

To evade time a bit longer so I may collect all the moments of joy and laughter I can.

I will create a beautiful vase for which to keep them in as a wondrous and mystical bouquet I can awake to every morning she is away from me.

With her comes the inspiration to be, and the desire to maintain perfect candor and refinement.