To the dark part of
A heart that never forgives
Itself, to belong upon
The light side.
To the spark that never drains
From the memories, from distant kisses.
When the wound heals,
Will I ever remember you?
Your eyes fell to ruin,
Your breath shattered with
Your lungs that took my words
Your glance fell short,
While I scooped up the dirt
To toss upon your naked surrender.
While all sides of the white winter
Wave its immaculate flag.
Here, I reenter crystal rushes.
Here, I count the petals on these eyes
That see the rain fall.
Here, I speak through, without echoes
To return even mocking laughter.
Here, to never be there
In your arms,
Beneath, where I might be shielded
From all that harms.
I want to love.
A burning throat wishes to speak,
Crying eyes wish to see,
Kneeling form that wishes to stand.
In these veins to bleed,
Upon these ruins, within this land.