I've sprung through
valleys coated in waste,
wandering through
a wilderness of no end.

Here I am, once more,
being a babe in your arms,
letting cries become
smaller than whispers.
I've carried more
than I can keep.

To you, surrounding me
in your consoling light,
I've received springtime's
splash of evergreen
against the fog.

Will you keep inviting me
back to what I now
will call home?

Can you keep letting me
fall asleep, with ashes
to form out of tears?

You are so much more
than I can ever be,
lighting what went out
inside the shadows
of another life,
in tiring discord.

You are of everything
I've been hoping for,
after I've been kissing
just a dream to return me
to a mere glimmer
of raw infinity.

You are near,
crying in your arms,
because I cannot carry
your charms
to your seductive,
reductive grave.

Your form is an aura
I'll blind myself to,
wishing nothing
when it passes,
like an unseen star
through a void.

Love flooded fields,
gave us harvest,
granted us a tide
for growth, for both
of our hearts
to decide.

We weren't meant
to be ones to hide,
while we were
always open
to confide.

Light shined when
we were wilting.
Water quenched us
after a long drought.

But it is now
when I want out.

I wanted our lips
to collide, like thunder,
while we travel
to the ends
of this cursed earth.

We were meant to,
or so I thought,
find each other
deep in the flames,
deep under oceans,
calling out
from breathless lungs.

We were not meant to
sacrifice another thought
to what hurts us.

Love had boiled, feelings
were what we toiled
to upkeep their symmetry.

Now that we are parted,
has the sky stayed blue
in your corner,
to the north?

Have snows stayed pure,
printing your footprints
in places I can't follow?

With a blown-out candle
that started our doubts,
I've been drinking in
the white, the immaculacy
of a streak of hope.

I've been drunk on
whatever comes next,
with the future in chains,
with the past
put to its blame.

I've been leaving sand
for time to be told,
for faces to be revealed
in sudden recognition.
For I want to see
who I've kept it from.

I want them to be
circling in better thoughts.

I wanted to do more
than to blanket your form
in a cloak, to surround
your marble shape.

I've bled dry
a heart, I've resigned
to the leech of love,
while rinsing my hands
in your charity.

If I could go
into that hole,
with you, to be unified
in the safety of what
is forever petrified,
I'll be red, again,
I'll be whole, again.

I'll be what I cannot be
without you,
to accompany me.