Whispered words

I could make you believe anything,
take you to the edge of everything,
and bring the world to its collective knees for you,
if only you'd let me,
if only you'd allow yourself the acknowledgement
of forever.

My immortal soul is standing on the crest of the known universe
looking down on these galaxies,
hurtling away from them at unknown velocities,
concentrating on your emancipation,
your heartbreak,
your feint.

Celestial winds whisper words unworthy of the
hand that held the help,
the face that belied the mercy of all of them,
so high above the ground,
"You don't believe in me."

The air was like a cut,
and the sun was just another star,
as time floated away,
and boomeranged back to me
at unprecedented speeds
and the blur
is all I can see anymore.