The ceiling in the elevator to my cave in the sky... my old studio above Berbati's Pan
09.26.09
I write of love that was deeper than the space between stars
and as unreachable.
White hot and luminescent, glittering eternally
too bright to hold.
Still, it was my guiding light, my constant joy and sorrow
kept so close.
A bird pressed to firm against a beating heart, even in love
will die.
I lover held too tight must stretch, lest they claw your heart
from your chest.
I've felt the rip of too many bleeding beats keeping time
as daggers.
I've patched up one too many tears from leaking tears
in my footsteps.
My swan's song carried me far below the crashing waves
to rest.
I dwelt in secret hope and hushed fear to see the sun again
and kept to shadow
To the dark went my desires, my pulsing love and fervency
I slept so long.
Golden rays danced upon my skin one day to love again
and pray.
Bright as it is enticing to jump from the earth to heaven
up high.
I braced myself and let the sky smile from above
to me below.
We met somewhere on the horizon between here and there
dusk and dawn.
And I will swim with you over the earth and under sky
to everywhere in between.
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