Flickering ghosts of an adventuring spirit
gave me rite of passage into the unawakened dawn.
Here the silent valleys lay in pure being,
In deep evidence of blue eternity.
Here false sentiments fell away in defeat
To the thundering echo of life.
What then to be afraid of?
My heart was no longer overcast.
So there we were, surrounded by words,
Yet struggling to taste the right ones.
Poetry stood in amused witness,
To this clumsy story spilling before their pages.
Timidly we approached the tender space in between,
That holy kingdom so far eluding our clutch.
I confess, I was too afraid to touch,
It felt like a dream that would dissolve
Like a tablet in a glass of darkness.
So I let myself melt in the safe folds of distance.
The dampness of my feet barely registering,
As I stepped into puddled pools of shared whispers.
As with the gradual etch of time on stones,
You were engraving a name inside my fortress.
My disobedient soul rode dizzily into the rain,
And our footsteps danced to the pace of my heart.
Between the fugitive words and the insobriety,
Something escaped our lips - a kiss, though we didn't touch.
Outside I could taste the ocean in my mouth,
As the daring brush of a shoulder drove me delirious.
Blindly we walked past the opaque city lights dancing in mischief,
Our souls sighing in a beautiful melancholy for things we never lost.
I'm glad we're still walking, deciphering each day,
The wonder has only deepened with time.
gave me rite of passage into the unawakened dawn.
Here the silent valleys lay in pure being,
In deep evidence of blue eternity.
Here false sentiments fell away in defeat
To the thundering echo of life.
What then to be afraid of?
My heart was no longer overcast.
So there we were, surrounded by words,
Yet struggling to taste the right ones.
Poetry stood in amused witness,
To this clumsy story spilling before their pages.
Timidly we approached the tender space in between,
That holy kingdom so far eluding our clutch.
I confess, I was too afraid to touch,
It felt like a dream that would dissolve
Like a tablet in a glass of darkness.
So I let myself melt in the safe folds of distance.
The dampness of my feet barely registering,
As I stepped into puddled pools of shared whispers.
As with the gradual etch of time on stones,
You were engraving a name inside my fortress.
My disobedient soul rode dizzily into the rain,
And our footsteps danced to the pace of my heart.
Between the fugitive words and the insobriety,
Something escaped our lips - a kiss, though we didn't touch.
Outside I could taste the ocean in my mouth,
As the daring brush of a shoulder drove me delirious.
Blindly we walked past the opaque city lights dancing in mischief,
Our souls sighing in a beautiful melancholy for things we never lost.
I'm glad we're still walking, deciphering each day,
The wonder has only deepened with time.
