Upon Your Heart

Upon your heart, that is lifted into dreams

And fenced in by fears, I promise:

A love extended beyond the winter’s horizon,

A sorrow to deliver beauty,

And a portion of my own breath

To exalt the night to holy communion

With the stillest and most evanescent,

Bewinged Light.

I am a wing on my own

There are no need for lifejackets or wingmen anymore, 

I am a wing on my own.

A solitary feather flapping on the curb…

But you, oh no, you are not that, 

You are a deep diver soaring above.

But I see you up there, trying to hold your breath, 

To reach even further into me, 

And I worry…

Do you have the stamina to be a lone traveler, 

Or will you fall against my one-feathered chest? 

What then? 

Will one wing be enough

To lift the both of us? 

Suspended between you and safety

I find myself suspended between you and safety, 

An oceanic gape that will not reveal its depth.

I roar, I spew, I lay myself unto land, 

Searching for a mooring pole…

I try to shape you in my image,

But you are raw, unyielding…making me contemplate 

A different world where you are a bridge, 

And I am walking all over you,

Breaking my own steadfast illusion of otherness 

So that you can rise on your own 

To rope me 

Into you. 

Waiting in immovable light

There are some who are lost,
some who are searching.
But life
Has a tendency of carrying you.
Always.
So you can dive,
Dive into the great unknown
Where you will resurface on a glacier,
Surrounded by beauty in stillness,
Like something unborn
Waiting in immovable light.

You and me were like that once,
Immovable lights waiting in the shadows,
Reaching for that one thing,
The one perfect exit, or entrance,
To life;
Its many joys and sorrows.

We were a moment yawning
Between times, where an absent sun
Let the moon walk in dreams.

We dreamed then, you and I,
Of what was to come, of oceans deep,
While waiting for the crack in Simplicity,
For the moon to figure us out,
And release us.
Two drops of hope
Into the vast cosmic sea.