A Story Begins
We turn away our sights from the north
Like runners that we are
Amidst the golden sun
Caressing our trembling skins
Hiding from the cold
We reach to one another
Longing for the touch
To breathe new life into our selves
And we live inside our souls
In microscopic thoughts
We learn from what entices us
Erasing all steps prior
To the moment our hearts open
To save us from the fall
And we travel for eternities
Tucked into our eyes
Into evolved states where holding
Is not necessary anymore
We simply feel and know
And with knowledge that tomorrow
Shall hold that we can not
Figures of salt stand still
Outside the wooden doors
Waiting for the path to open
The sound that measures it all
It’s the beating of our hearts
The realization that we can
Not only wish for our fingers to meet
For our hands to connect
For our mouths to embrace
For the loneliness to end
And it moves towards Jupiter
This arrow of light does
To cut through every darkness
Hit its target with a blow
I will stand watching in awe
To the mighty power of your love
I hope you receive what I give
Wanting nothing in return
But a simple smile in your lips
But a glint in the windows to your soul
I hope that time give us time
For the prayers to go beyond
All that exists within ourselves
To magnify in ample vows
That we cast into the sea
Intrepid as we flow
Through the veins of an atmosphere
As vast as the grandiose sky
That we rise as heat spheres
Emanating from our eyes
In a passion so red
As the “blood under our nails”
Recedes into a transformation
Of the stoic silent verses
Into a song only meant for us
And we turn anger and fear
Into gentleness and love
For a unison like this
Could only have been born
From the roots of a tree
Devoid of all its thorns
And to pretend that we are not here
To imagine we do not feel
A passenger that cannot see
A runner filled with fear
That we can’t come with anymore
And all the things we said
Fragments of memories so still
That our hearts syncs to
In a beautiful harmony
That stretches old cogs and webs
Out of their lethargy
Revitalizing that which makes us human
Providing reasons beyond scope
And opening the walls that surround us
Into vast prairies of hope
We are not messages any longer
Faceless letters written with coals
Each day that passes
This reality knocks at our door
Seven days to depart
Eight days to be close
And a life to behold
In the immensity of our arms
In the folds of our scars
In their healing tomes
And a story begins
Written with a golden pen
Over the Universe ready to see
The story of you and me.