There are many paths to tread.


When night shines its darkness

and storms verge on the glistening horizon,

then I know you are there.

Plunging me into thought and waking

dreams of realization and foundation.

Sometimes heights scare me,

but not when you’re around.


Sing me to actual sleep and keep me

there, so I may never waken to day’s 

crushing light.

Be my everything and circumstance.

Climb firmaments and buckled seas

till you can read my face once more.

Enlighten me, my heart, my ceremony.

Comfort a rotten jewel.


Nebulae of sins and creamy milk of sorrow

flood my lungs with air.

And I imagine your grace

and you are with me again.

Stay, for you know I am yours.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s