transformation occurs through the night, i'm dead and reborn again, how many deaths can i die, how many lives can a man have?

she looks beautiful in the morning light,  such a face steals my breath away always, those eyes are everything. i'm lost inside them, a universe of beauty, truth and wonder. she's smiling about something and looking sexy in her soft girl barbarella persona. jesus a man couldn't ask for more really, that body is incredible, it's perfectly formed for me, interesting and endless. i never really loved anyone the way i can love her.
and right at the wrong time she leaves me.
the day is perfect, i do what needs to be done, catch up with people, reassure people i am okay, that i am alive. i take myself where i need to be. my mind begins to expand again. the animals come, the trees speak in whispers, all is aligning for me.
she is out there, seeking healing, she is broken and weak where i am strong.
the next time i hear from her, i give transmit energy from my tiny waves at the beach, my charkra system is vital once more, radiant and glorious. i am watching energy spark from my fingers in sunlight. i transmit healing, i offer love and light, i offer power and strength and wisdom, i offer all i have because my cup is endless, in magnificent glory i have risen from the dead,  thus my resurrection is devoted to hers.