15 August 2012

(The Monumental Move.)

"Let's waste time chasing cars around our heads."

Time flashes by like the heat of lightning and
crawls by as slow as a crippled rabbit.
Looking back, I can't see when it happened.
When I gave my heart away.
All I know is that my heart is not where it was originally placed
(in my own chest)
it's where another's resides.
Considering the facts
(it's a beautiful cavity for residence)
I think I'm alright with the arrangement.
The only risk is the chance my heart could be completely utterly
shattered.
In my chest, I could protect it myself.
Some consider that less risky.
Considering the facts, however,
(he has a sword and I do not)
I think I rather trust him to do a good job with its protection.

Patience is something I've never had
but given the current situation
(he has my heart in his own chest)
I don't see how I can do anything but
trust that he has the necessary guidance to give us a path.
The right path.
A path that I
(have) love(d)
love
(will) love
for a very long time.
(By "a very long time" I mean, of course, "forever".)


A Projector Screen.

"And she'll be home."

I've never seen so many stars,
never been so content in another's arms.

When I look in those
eyes,
my walls torn down,
and see a vulnerability
that matches my own,
I can do nothing but breathe peace,
and thank God.

My heart keeps on beating,
though I'm sure it will stop when he's
near.

My lungs keep on breathing,
though I'm sure they will stop when he's
gone.

What gets me, though,
is that he'll never really be gone.
No,
all I have to do is look up and see
us
in the night sky,
manifest as the small twinkling lights
that refuse to
ever
go out.

01 August 2012

Looking Upwards.

"I can tell you're cold, so let me hold the moment you've been dreaming of but never told."

Scratchy chin
Loose cotton shirt
Strong arms
Broad chest
Warm hands
intertwined with mine.

Stars overhead lend their light as the
moon beams her approval.
Wisps of a cloud sail across the sky.

Do you think if we each held on real tight
to the other,
the breeze would lift us and
carry us to
forever?