Perhaps it could be
Upon the time when you are sloped
In my long arms from the moon,
That you will live,
To raise yourself
Away from the rope,
Away from the gloom.
Perhaps when I kiss you,
The scars in your heart
Will become the stars that signal
Us, to the start.
Though, when I can hold you
Is when I shall drown you
In the burial of everlasting
Joy, upon your lips.
Perhaps when you live
A mere fragment of my envisioned
Peace, for you,
Shall sweep away this unneeded fog
Gathered before your tilted eyes
Towards where your feet tremble
More than your hands.
Take that step,
Upon when you can singe words, together
Under the skies, blue to the weather,
Outside of clouds, bleak and black,
Inside of hope, unused and alack.
Just raise your eyes to the furthest shore.