when it gets there

I am a fool, i will be the first to admit, i have a rare condition but i am amazing (not ego, just wishfull thinking...)
AND part of my amazing is you, elusive, sacred, mindfull and real as you are. Even in your everything-elseness, i take part in loving you, unconditionally, from far far away. Like prayer from a halucinating mad man, but true in its promise, sacred in its kiss, golden, sublime.
But with-held, within. Yes, crazy, oh and science to explain, death and injury, a scar on my brain, but beauty!! oh sweet beauty, how your ways are flown through self and wonderment, clarity and joy....but peace, for your sadness is a gift also, rare and simple, kind and Beloved, sweet sweet sweet One, be forever in the grace of however you are, sublime divine being.
Forgive me, a gutter crawler, a madman fixated with stars, but cherish the thought:::oh how someone loves what may be You.
Peace my endless friend and companion in aeons of all of us.