POEM - Mayhill Rd

I have waited over-long

for you to cross any line

I have watched your eyes

dancing through a desire that’s

forever threatening death

I have starved my way

through our quiet minutia

And I’ve even thought myself mad

for not being blind to you

  

There is much to be learned

from the way we tend to consider

the sun and the moon differing sides

of a single coin,

as if they were opposing equals,

when that’s obscenely far from the truth

64-million moons could fit inside of the sun

Thus, I am nearly nothing when next to you

Broken record? Mic drop?

My best may not be good enough,

but you’re still going to get it

I want every day that’s left of my life

to include you,

for you are a one-winged angel;

born a butterfly, never knowing

the woes of worms

I am a dreamer who’s beyond fond of waking

Is there no magic left to be made?

  

I’ve been fumbling about for years,

doing the same bits of whatever,

as though meeting you didn’t

reset the inside of me

When beauty’s long-since passed,

I will look to your energy

like something weightier than youth

And any memory we made in perfect solitude

will amount to more than immortality’s expanse

  

Once I’ve been reduced to dust

within a black hole,

may the multiverse remember

that I walked its secret streets

with you in mind

And if the silence ever learns to speak,

I hope its favorite word

is your name

…

Once I’ve managed to do more

than borrow light,

our stars will eventually align;

this, I know