There are many paths to tread.

Beckoning

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.

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