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.