Once on the Path again,
sunbound
even for just a heartbeat,
leaving it feels like losing a friend.

May we be
brave enough to see the signs,
wild enough to trust them
all the way back to our hearts.

May we be
light enough for spindrift
to twirl us up into the air
and may we, violently or gently, land
just where we’re meant to.

If it's meant to be
He'll call.
If it's meant to be
She'll wait.

Everything feels like it’s hanging
by some kind of delicate thread
wrapped around a well-kept secret
that everyone seems to admire the packaging of, but never dares to open the **** thing.

You play your notes
slow
like *******.  

Soft vibrations
push me to the edge of existence -
plummeting rapid
into the abyss,
stars scatter
around as I’m crashing,
waiting
to embrace me
and soften the fall;

Light iridescent reflects
a deep knowing:
That this is how we become
whole.

You were cut out for me.

Like diamonds from
a meteor spinning
in the galaxy’s depths.
But when we crashed
through the atmosphere
conjoined together
we harnessed a violence
that would burn down the earth.

So I cut you off from me.

And now we’ll float
through the ages
just shiny carbon and alien rock
in parallel lives
and misaligned space-time
entangled forever
by powers beyond us
until our very galaxy’s death.