 There's not suffering nor anguish, yet nothing inside can set me free;
Because the worst person in my life by far is me.  Warmth that permeates and its reach to the ground;
At the edges I occupy, I am not found.  Simplistic visions, whether or not they do justice;
Filling empty hours with something other than numbness.  In the wasted words and in search of hope;
Escaping loss and fighting up the slope.  Endure through the crumbling, will you go farther?
The fear of descent weighs heavy but you push back harder.  Putting forth a mask, not often showing valiance.
The fragility of life is finding one's own perpetual balance.  Growth and decay, soil's constant struggle;
We may flourish too, or descend into rubble.  Finding rest from the traffic, in the passing of cars;
Throwing away the remnants of fading scars.  A root seeking deeper, reaching out;
Holding tightly to you, never feeling doubt.  Salvaging from the burned and still moving forward;
Burrowed in the wreckage of the past we find our beauty.  I dreamed a thousand years just to be here when everything is right;
And now what the woodland stores can now unfold, still seeming slight.  The blanket of stars and its perpetual array;
Has come now to hold you on this awaited day.  Occupy a hazy reality, know it's never too late;
Sight clouded by dreams, is it this you await?  Tell me of failings, so that we may overcome;
To begin will lift our burdens, not continue feeling numb.  The cascading drops we gather, motion in perfect form;
Between sheets I find you, what I need to keep warm.  The crest breaks at the dawn,
Seething in the wake of ebony tide; Drift away in the quiet waters, Lose your face and drown with the others.  We should know by now, it is not for us to resolve things that are not of this world;
The birth and death of our skyward architecture, just light through the glass.  From vacancy we hide and we seek to relay;
The use of absence as we see it in its decay.  This is not for us to recognize, instead retreat into my arms;
You flicker through my vision in the spaces you would occupy.  In humbling scale, with its swirling architecture;
How minor we are in this cloud of dust, putting forth conjecture.  Burrowing in losses, waiting and hoping to subside;
In affection and words you bring me back, I know I can confide.  The climate of words and their perpetual decay;
Holding you closer, staying far from dismay.  An untold concern may hang overhead, its vast impending fear;
While yet we remain through every struggle, I hope to keep you near. |
