Every subtle movement of grace inhales my vivifying soul,
into a maelstrom of bliss more fervent than the tempest sun.
Those of whom envy its impassive yet infinite flame,
know not of the fire enkindled by your ardent touch.
For you art the beauty of all forms manifested in one.
The kindness of providence so rare eyes could never behold.
Yet I, the blessed recipient of chance, chosen by such sublime fate,
have bared witnessed to your iridescent fervor.
Where now I’ve held all the beautiful exploits of this world,
close to my yearning being that is now brimmed and elate.
My heart quivers beneath the very air that embraces your name.
With each fond thought of you lingering within my mind,
I am assured you’re the only sun in this universe that proffers any light.
A foregone sea rages with the wrath and tempest of Gods.
Below a humble goliath slumbers in the depths of the deep.
Lord of his throne he orders us to sink,
into the graceful maelstrom consuming every drifting conception,
into brilliant hues that would have before faltered.
There shall we meet and there shall he feast.
Above the surface grand ships hold afloat.
Worn sails who’ve disregarded their promises sworn,
now rupture and succumb beneath the relentless winds.
Innocent dreams shared by those honest pilgrims on deck,
descend overboard and into the icy underworld they submerge.
Where the leviathan conspiringly awaits his one lovely taste of the surface.
Passengers follow, unwilling to depart with their fond fantasies.
Led into the mouth of destruction and torn by the teeth of creation.
Once in a wonderful epiphany before their maiden voyage,
these now wrecked ships believed in forever anew.
Iron faith laced their fabrics and offered blood filled the rifts between the wood.
He awakes and finds his spirit washed ashore.
Before his eyes laid the dismal wreckage of his perished friends and surviving fancies.
Melting sand sinks and reforms over his immersed skin.
Warm to his sense of touch, setting his sails alight.
He stands carrying the fire across the sands lost to civilization.
Once inland this adrift man found the storm.
His vanished presence will be forgotten to those back home.
His name buried underneath vacant dirt.
In the squall he will unearth asylum,
where his body will wait to be discovered beside the beast of the sea.
For above the water’s surface her hushed lips remain calm,
yet once the deed is done,
the wounded fleet will nevermore witness the sun.
For days he’s watered it dearly.
The exotic plant that decorates his desk.
Subtly hidden beside the window frame.
Running his hands gracefully down its roots,
that burrow deep into the pot of soil he’s constructed.
By hand it was made to resist fractures and fail to break.
Though he would never allow such disaster to occur.
For weeks he’s tenderly saturated it’s stem.
Cleansing its imperfections from its evident beauty.
Clearing away the dirt that covers its eyes from the sun.
A saint of caution he purges its transgressions,
along with purified water that he washes down it’s body.
Passionately bathing his precious flower with ardor.
Solicitously loving his secret flora in wait for the day of blooming.
For months he waits patiently beside his extraordinary gift.
Trimming the many sprouting sins from it’s consistent proliferation.
Mending it’s every putrid bruise with his emerald heart.
Warily retaining his green flame from its combustible fronds.
In silence it sits afraid to expose its ravishing splendor.
Unaware of the truest grandeur it possess behind it’s bud.
He has always known this truth before it burgeoned from the soil.
For years he has adored his cherished love.
Tending to its every need and killing its every disease.
Never has he wished for more of it than just it’s color.
The radiant hues that have delighted his smile.
The vivid pigment that sleeps on his desk.
His greatest desire being only its life in his own.
Together in full bloom.
There is a demon that dances in front of my eyes.
With fierce teeth and a beautiful smile that resembles the universe.
Winds lift my weightless body and the sky is always dark.
This place is always too familiar but strangely different each visit.
Instead of welcome mats there are shards of glass.
It is these subtle moments of despair that I find where I belong.
There are people whom I have never seen but have known forever.
When my eyes can see nothing my soul can see everything.
Lullabies gracefully whisper to me.
This demon, this monster, is only sleep.
Slowly unwinding from reality.
Pieces falling out of place with grace.
Deconstruction with a little bliss.
Going in circles trapped in repetition.
Fading ever so gently into the void.
Free… I am free…
accept where I am. Not with very much grace. However, I really don’t want to be alone. People surround me everywhere, everyday. People I care for and that care for me. People I’ve known, people I’ve never known, and people I know. Still, I feel more alone than I have ever felt in my life.