it seems man says
(thanks to Descartes):
I think, therefore I am

it seems God says:
*Man thinks I am
therefore I am

One could never know the the heaven behind your eyes,
Or the stumble in your words
That generates the whispering of my heart.
It excellerates the jumble of my feelings
In my mind, in my soul, in the bones that hold me together.

One could never know the fractions of time lost,
Or the layers of hurt that built a broken home within my chest;
It surrounds and cradles the echoing worry that invades my heart.

One could never know the feeling of falling into holes
That seem deep enough, dark enough, to bury the world;
Or the sting of a dream,
That wakes me and escapes me, leaving me empty again.

But there is a sea of hope that drowns me in clarity;
It spreads over my skin and revives me, rescues me.
My heart has outgrown its shattered refuge,
And I find rest in the depths of forgotten emotions and forgotten smiles.

One could never know how it feels to pick myself up again:
For the sun to shine in through the windows of my soul.
Everything has been painted a color all over again
And the sky is blue blue blue -
Light blue, like you.

Like a stone, I sink
And the water calms my skin.
I'll break the surface.

They say that over time, it dissipates -
it will drain from you, evaporate like smoke.
It will descend upon you, destroy you;
but will soon release you, and fade.

But with time it instead grows stronger,
demanding to be felt.
It knocks on the doors of my soul,
its urgency to be let inside unrelenting and ruthless.

Like an unpredictable storm, it lands and ravages,
leaving just fragments of a heart already rebuilt.
What is gone is the will;
the resiliency dulled, the courage spent.

It's a deep-rooted ****, an unrivaled opponent;
It's a malevolent fire that refuses to be smothered.
The Hurt:
a wound that permeates, and remains.

I am blowing out
My candle in
Both ends.

I run to the high mountains
I pour my heart out to the skies
I sing of the summer song
While the sky above dances in yellow light.
The cool breeze fools the sun above
Takes a run, wins the mighty fight.
Your light then comes to me with warmth,
A view my heart wants.
Love to me is the song you write.
The tricks you play with the endless sky
And with the icy wind you find a disguise.
You burn me like the sun that burns up
In the blue abyss.
With the ink of my emotions
You write a song of Fire and Ice.

You are like a tulip in a sea of dandelions.