YOU ARE THE INK

YOU ARE THE INK 
Dedicated to my beautiful wife: Uli
Ricardo Antonio Garcia

You tell me we should live day by day
and not become consumed by the trivial pursuits.
Standing on the edge of chance
the world watches ever so closely at our lives.
Lifting a poor Soul
or migrating God into those that need love
is our destiny as lovers of the World.
You cough into the night
and what we all have with you is angelic
never wishing you to ever part.

You tell me that we are helping so many people
even though my tongue is sharp and cuts like a razor.
Standing on the forefront of chance
the World knows we are living the ultimate dream.
No gold or wealth could entwine
the way Souls wrap their roots about another.
Reading these words spellbinds
because the Truth cannot be hidden.
You cough and it bothers me greatly, my love
for I never want to loose you. 

You tell me I should be more patient
and as the World turns that I will continue to evolve.
Standing on the edge with you
we live in the absolute moment farming clouds.
Saving a disappointed Soul
or returning a heart to its oven to ignite happiness
is what we were put on earth to do.
No mansion or Henry the 8th. Furniture
could condense the magic proprieties we have.
My heart could not love more 
than it does now for you my eternal love.

You are Ink and I am the Pen …
Without you … I simply don’t exist …