If I am anything at all
I am yours
as the sun seeks the center of day to roar her rays
and sake world in golden waves
as earth breaks apart and mountains form
beneath water like temples surge
as your eyes hold me in their sway
the black of them, the holy place
as life lives beneath my skin
only when you seem to exist
there are times
captured and lost
never truly revealed
beyond our understanding
a chime of circumstance and gods
you are the priest to my implore
a song sung in aching hour
the fingers I let loose my soul
you are my gravity
you with your violet and your indigo
soul
there are places so beautiful my breath is stole
yet nothing, nothing, nothing I have beheld
can take the place of you in my heart
you are the missing part
you are the beginning and the circumference
even as I feel your knife
I cleave that much closer
it is my ritual to seek only
that place I call home within your own
we came from the same place in time
I was born of your need to be eternal
without proof of life
I exist and I perish
upon your word
you, the one I turn
you, the birth of me
you, the missing link
you, the key I wear
around my being
let me or deny me
I seek despite myself just one
who will never diminish nor could be
equalled in my heart
for some of us are old fashioned in devotion
a thorn could not penetrate more
that sea within me carrying your salt
if stained glass were more radiant
if storms could pulse with pinkening lore
if the world could find words for such things
I would still be
bare foot running the long mile separating now and then
then when you were my everything
now in the absence of peace
hither no meaning made itself known
for only in your arms I know
that steady belief and spiritual home
strike me dead the day I quit my faith
you are my goodness, you are
my grace
TheFeatheredSleep 