Stranger things have happened…
Somewhere in the vastness of a churning ocean once, as waves berate rocks into sand.
Under a twilight sky of mystery and intimation, as stars alight dreams and daring of impetuous mortality.
Maybe if I…
Could steal some late hours from you.
Duality is selfless, its hold on individuality selfish.
Soft smile aloft fragile shying wings.
Can I twist the vapors that shapeth aero-space, for you?
Lay your pinions betwixt the aether, scrape aloft stellar parades for you?
March at celestial pace for you, lie in wait attuning Heaven’s gate for you?
Selfishness, that begets selflessness.
These things I feel. And are true.
Eyes that hum like levitation, in the silence of the cosmos, as I lay bare my truths to the peering, beckoning Sun.
Body built like obliteration, humility, worship…My last to be offered beyond my sake.
In you I am lost…
My center redeemed.