the ethereal, vibrant wind that sweeps us into the bright color land
a place with neither time nor gravity
only us as one
the thick, sickening sludge that sucks us into a dark pool of unceasing torment
a place of weighted moments and days
We endure them alone.
You are my dove and I have seen your heart dragged
By the swinging pendulum of events
through love, through pain, through love and through pain.
You are in pain and I see you there, beyond the reach of my words, my affection
My whispers muted by the roar of your inner collapse.
I see your tears, so clear, like crystal jewels
Behind them is the abyss that knows no beauty.
You are imprisoned, burned and beaten, consumed
All I can do is look at you, you are so beautiful.
The mire does not taint you; the torment does not maim you
The affliction does not hide you; the wounds do not harm you.
This is what I see.
I won’t lose sight of you, dove.
I can’t forget the golden bliss, the tender delight
the soft, warm peace that promises to free you
and keep us in love’s comfort.