I want to be the stream of light in your life
That awakens laughter
And starves uncertainty.
That steals you from disaster
And gives you courage
To travel to the ends of the earth
For the sake of discovery.
I want to be the place
Where you hide your secrets
And pour out your defeats.
Where regret is swallowed up in ecstasy
Ever-present,
Translucent and pure.
Where deity does not run,
But holds us:
Holds us together.
Together we rise.

You stumble
when you
chase me
and you
love me
recklessly.
And this
leads me
to believe
that
either
my destiny
is a
tragedy
or
you are
a fool
and so am I.

So often I fall to pieces at the sound of Springtime’s quiet voice,
Luring me to once again, lose myself in immortality
And become enthralled in sunlight
Which will only set and the end of the day.