The sun settles down dark -
Dragging us back toward
The line of demarcation,
And you close your eyes
Against what you might imagine,
Searching for a way to become solid.
There is an art to mending wounds,
And I can't see
Where you're stitched together.
We seek refuge in the spaces
Between leaving and returning;
There is no forward motion,
And we are anchored here -
The distance between points narrowing
Until the edges burn and collapse,
And we don't miss it anymore;
Everything that isn't gone forever
Is right here.
We hold on as long as we can,
Pushing past barriers of flesh and bone,
Capturing the colors of longing
Before they fade -
Suspended between what is real
And what is yet to come,
And the air is too thick to breathe.
This purifying burn
Echoing in your blood
And written on your soul -
Solid warmth and sleep without dreaming;
The world in motion,
As if we never stopped at all.