Cold as the morning
cold as my blue heart
we don't have
to hold something
to feel its absence
to know its significance
we are drawn for reasons
beyond our limited sense
of time and space.
Each moment is
a turning point
we get to choose
whether to anchor in
isolation's safe harbor
or tell stagnant fear
to **** off
we'd rather live
exposed and free
fill every cell
until brimming over
with all the love
that is destined
to flow our way
even the kind
that defies description
will forever be
the singularity.
We are alive
the ink is still drying
on this page
there are choruses
yet to be sung
love is
open
come in
out of the cold.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
Cold as the morning
cold as my blue heart
we don't have
to hold something
to feel its absence
to know its significance
we are drawn for reasons
beyond our limited sense
of time and space.
Each moment is
a turning point
we get to choose
whether to anchor in
isolation's safe harbor
or tell stagnant fear
to **** off
we'd rather live
exposed and free
fill every cell
until brimming over
with all the love
that is destined
to flow our way
even the kind
that defies description
will forever be
the singularity.
We are alive
the ink is still drying
on this page
there are choruses
yet to be sung
love is
open
come in
out of the cold.
