Meet me where the horizon collides
with the sea,
underneath the melting moon and between the particles of salt.

You are my daybreak, my
violet morning;
my mellow midnight turned
to a wildfire dawn.


Find me hidden in the constellations  

                                 and carry me home.

Bring me your pain;
the hollow aching of your tired heart and the scars that run deep down to your bones.

Bring me your sorrow;
the loneliness that anchors you,
the hopelessness that has built its way into your core.

Bring me your suffering;
the silent storm that crushes you,
the infinite emptiness that consumes you.

Bring me your brokenness,
the sharp and scattered pieces of your dismantled self.


Come to me in fragments,
and let me love you whole again.

She was the root of sadness,
madness;
She was night and day,
the moon and all the stars.
She was dismantled -
but that was the beginning of reconstruction.
That was the emergence of hope.
That was everything.

She was everything digging herself out of nothing.

I love you more,
with every last breath you take
with every final beat of your heart.

And no matter how far heaven takes you, no matter where you fly -
I will find you, dangling from the stars
playing the piano on the moon
dancing on Saturn

and we will be together again.

The way the sunrise sets the sky on fire at dawn,
or the silence of the woods at 3am.
The way fingertips feel on bare skin,
or the sleepy weight on my eyes after reading too many pages.
The smell of fire in the threads of my clothes,
or the laughter of children echoing from dead-end streets.

I overflow with words for the things I love most;
their graceful presence so simple, so understood.

But you walk up behind me and
your fingers trace the muscles in my back and
your breath settles into my skin and
you whisper, "Where have you been?"



And I have no words beautiful enough to describe that.

Your lips tasted like cigarettes,
bitter sweet.
Your smoke flooded my lungs,
so I inhaled and held you in

even though it burned.

Love. It's raw and it's unforgiving and it's brutally consuming. It creeps up on you like a thief in the night and steals away all that you believed you had protected. It's dangerous and it's heavy with risk. And still - it is the most precious and most sought-after gift. It's a desire that is rooted in our bones. Love is pain that you choose to succumb to. Love is seeing the darkest corners of someone's soul and refusing to quit. It means treading water that is deep and destructive but finding a way to keep your head above the current. Love is sacrifice. It does not surrender, it does not falter. It is the loudest hope. Listen to it.