You are so weary
Rowing for what seems like years
In your little wooden boat with its two wooden oars
So many storms and rough seas encountered
Your bow raises up and pierces through
Beating sun and chilling moon
You row and row with an iron will
A breath and a dream inside you
You reach a point of tire and yank back on the oars once more
Slicing through liquid
Blood pumps through your strong shoulders like gasoline on fire
Belief and hope your only guiding stars
When something is gone long enough
It’s hard to believe it existed in the first place
Looking to the starboard, port, stern, and bow, nothing
Reality becoming nothing
Nothing becoming reality
Sore eyes close gently
A warm blanket for eyes and soul
Self provided comfort
The first love is the love of one’s self
The flint
A light travels fast and shines hard
We were designed with opaque lids
It forces its way through the cells
Grabbing and pulling its way through
Tender knock on the retina door
Hello
The chamber door opens up
Am I dreaming? Are you?
Land is the ocean’s mirage
My light circles back around once again
Beaming out to you
Carrying with it a message each time it makes a round
…
I’m going to be here for you
…
I’m going to protect you
…
I’m going to take care of you
Just come to me
Just get here
Even if you crash into me
Please, just make it to me
i’ll give you some hours of my days
to shorten the time until I see you again
to lengthen your time with loved ones
go back gently to the place you come from
there’s no place like home
remember gently the place we come from
there’s no place like the place where love is born
your laughter is the soundtrack
to a movie about happiness
and i am auditioning for the lead role
the only time without stage fright
fistfuls of love and emotion
i’ll shove into cellular waves
to gently lap against your heart
timed the same as its beat
hold on and travel well
journeys within a journey
we can make it last
confidence steadfast
no matter where you go
you are never far from
my heart
follow the road of tenderness
get back to me
get back to us
for our love waits
enduringly
patiently
eternally
Over my heart your love rests like a badge, a proud officer serving and protecting the town of Us
Incorporated in the year of eight and two thousand, we build for a future uncertain
The uneven girders jab and jut high into the sky, the physical manifestation of our emotional blueprints
It is unknown the depths to which we will grow, furthermore, what it will take to survive
This singular fact as certain as light is to the day
I shall never tire
The trees assume a melancholic stance, staring to the ground at their lost leaves like the new kid in school between class bells.
Darkness falls early and slow, the sleepy eyes of a baby that I can’t help but wonder who the mother is.
This is Autumn and no matter the hold you have on your emotional bearings, it’s tough enough to tilt you on that equilibrium.
This is Autumn and you will Fall.
