The gilded sun dances down the sky.
You are there.
The feather of a breeze caresses.
You are there.
The ants march,
the wolves howl,
the whales sing.
You are there.
I sleep safe behind your shield each night,
remembering you are there.
The river flows and freezes,
and you are always there.
The road shakes beneath my feet.
I stumble and you are there.
All is engulfed in flames,
but I sense that you are there.
I am struck down by the storm.
I cry and plead and wish you were not there.
I travel an unfamiliar way,
lost but you are there.
I hide in the most miniscule crevices,
and you are still there.
I run beyond the greatest sea,
above the highest hills,
and you are still there.
In the hurt, the pain, the black,
the hate, the fire, the thunder,
I hope you are not there.
I hurt you.
I kill you.
You are still there.
Buildings topple down,
bodies are strewn in the streets.
You are still there.
In the fright of night,
lost in the jungle of sin,
in the destruction of the bursting shells,
you are there.
All the days I sleep and wake,
curse you, do not love you too…
You are still there.