He was smooth like a razors edge,
Cutting through your trepidation.
With words that slither like his tongue,
His certainty wrought you're sedation.

Without a second thought you came,
To welcome him beside your name.
He knew your heart and therefore your soul,
Like his liquid form would fill the shoal.

What divides us now is gone,
Like a dying star keeps going on.
We're found beyond the advent storm,
Where empty silence becomes our norm.

Whole or not, we sought satisfaction,
Gone is that for our inaction,
Warmed our hands, did grip with traction,
Named our pain, we called it Fraction.

We lost ourselves among the weeds,
And with our doubt we sowed the seeds.
Feared the future and lost our past,
And tossed our stars with a wicked cast.

Divided now we wander on,
Though our dream-like life's not gone.
It's found within the remnant norm,
Like balled up lighting within a storm.

I was smooth like a feathers edge,
Soothing your woes from trepidation,
With words that float right off my heart,
My certainty became you're sedation.