If ever you find yourself
surrendering to the darkness,
look to me—
Listen.
I will never claim I can save you,
Lord knows I can't save myself,
but I know, for a second, our
eyes carry a comfort the dark
has no power to put down.
Listen.
There is nothing that can
divide the bloodline that streams
into our hearts when we touch
skin, when we grasp and
piddle at the wind, searching
for a safe breeze to cart us home.
Home.
Fields of lilies, dayflowers, marigolds,
things we thought were silly before.
Look at us now, prancing about
like the couples we made fun of
not so long ago—love was a virtue,
not tangible bliss. We can touch it.
It whispers of springtime.
If ever you find yourself
surrendering to the darkness,
look to me—
I will swear to whomever will
listen that I will never again
be that far behind you.
Dear.
There is always light; it is simply
a matter of opening one's eyes
and finding it.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 3:32 PM UTC
If ever you find yourself
surrendering to the darkness,
look to me—
Listen.
I will never claim I can save you,
Lord knows I can't save myself,
but I know, for a second, our
eyes carry a comfort the dark
has no power to put down.
Listen.
There is nothing that can
divide the bloodline that streams
into our hearts when we touch
skin, when we grasp and
piddle at the wind, searching
for a safe breeze to cart us home.
Home.
Fields of lilies, dayflowers, marigolds,
things we thought were silly before.
Look at us now, prancing about
like the couples we made fun of
not so long ago—love was a virtue,
not tangible bliss. We can touch it.
It whispers of springtime.
If ever you find yourself
surrendering to the darkness,
look to me—
I will swear to whomever will
listen that I will never again
be that far behind you.
Dear.
There is always light; it is simply
a matter of opening one's eyes
and finding it.
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