This new house whispers things deep in the night.
Nouns which bring my brain to new motion.
I feel myself cross the line
Blinded to me before this time

Isn't is strange to look
out at the mountains
to realize the peaks
only appear grand
when paired with
shadowed valleys.

Of course,
The old motion of flying can no longer take place
Now that naivety has fled
Your fingertips.
Knowledge applies gravity
To once weightless laughter
Leaving you beneath the site of golden matter.

She cannot kiss your childlike ambition from the base
You must strive to be back in her grace.
You must strive against all the facts
Forever overflowing through the cracks
Of memory.

Never acknowledge the odds.
Only when you give them authority,
Can the other find lightening rods,
And produce that pulse.

But I do.
I have turned
Time and time again
Against my own ambition.
Scaling down the mountain
With no strength left
To battle the icicle winds.

But now,
I have stood in the cold rock breath too long.
My overwhelmed heart has finally begun
To numb itself
To claim independence
To sing with gravity.

Now,
Now I can use all the downfall,
The bruises and blood,
Work my way back
Towards the sun I used to bask in.
Before you spoke lies
With intoxicating eyes
and silent love sonnets.