I want for you to freely come to me with flowers in your hand and your heart wrapped around your wrists. These things come swiftly but can’t be forced. It’ll be like a bolt to your chest that you’re not ready to feel. I want you to look into my eyes like you’re seeing magic fluttering around my pupils. Stardust that we both came from is floating in between our lips, careful not to crush it though - it might only appear this once. I can’t tell you how to feel these things, only that they should come with ease.

when it slips down the stairwell
only then will you revel
in the light of the moon
passing strangers at noon
lit by the spring sunlight
imagining futures too soon.

when it all goes to hell
ignoring the noontime bell
ringing with presence
breathing remembrance
always there to remind
of your first winters hesitance.

these hills bring up a lot in you
wind blown waves flowing through and through
seasons in our lives, eager to find the prize
of companionship and comfort falling from the skies.

go without me, please
you bring me to my knees
the feeling of floating through the breeze
dragged down near the trees
roots grasping up toward a feeling always fleeting like the bees
finding summer somewhere else
bearing down without myself
knowing there's no time to make a move without something left to prove
are we at the end of the line?
the end of the rope and the rhyme?
rhythm is gone like the sweet winter song
left to blossom all along as the warming spring will thaw

They feel more than my heart. The cracks in the creases catch all the broken pieces. Too thick for rings and all the fallen feelings. They catch me when I fall and forbid me from the crawl. Dry when neglected, useful when attended. A lesson to all those needing to be mended.

I have a fullness within. Today it is dark, though not all the time. Blood flows through my veins, carving lines deep inside. Still opening to light, my eyes lost their shine. Dim not for long, they will see their siren song - calling to the mystery, the unknown history that will illuminate the wrong. Wonder will cover the doubts of the darkness, breathe into me the light of my presence.

rough waters
harsh winters
frozen on the sides
icicles like splinters
hold me warmer like the gloves
lingering around your fingers
lovers in this mess
of snowflakes turned disasters
grasping through the dust
of what we're going after