You don’t know it, but
Sometimes, I go to a hill that overlooks the landscapes mask of city lights, for a sip of momentary grace.
On this brink of everything I know, I can gain an eye full of the lost Atlantis and the human soul and a breath that fills my lungs with the air between two stars.
If you are now to capture this image of this elation in the framework of your mind, or find transcendence through these words, then at most you would know nothing of the beauty your existence throws to me. For mine is a love no experience, no measure, no words could ever degrade into reality by virtue of degree.
-Shawn Hunter
