I have looked up through telephone wires
Still feeling very much a visceral part
Of my preconceived notions of safety
Even with the realization that I cannot look for it up there
Strength does not lie in numbers
In metal
In words
In religion
Or flesh
Those roots run soul deep
Reflecting midnight pools of
I-know-why-I-have-not-fallen
In eyes as big as a full summer moon
You can smell it's heady perfume in my hair
Catch the dazzle of it's fortitude in my smile
I watch their hands tangle together
Knowing that there is not a knot I've met that I cannot unravel
Find comfort in your soft sheets and current pleasant dreams
Expecting other's to always carry your weight
Instead of using your own two hands
Leaves you nothingbut a **Nightmare