Far above and well below.
Dark as deep and clear across,
pressing forward through waking light;
to permeate our dreams.
I was landed soundly upon the shores of my past, witness to the memories that lay imprisoned behind barricades I’d not be able to breach; even if the conviction to do so was truly mine.
Still I was, chilled to the core by the vast cold space that lies betwixt ones heart, and that which it inexorably desires.
So I came to wonder if it was better to hope for you, in stead of love. Subtle in its’ difference, the concept seemed no less dangerous to my health. Nor did it anything to change the fact that I will forever be a fool for this thing I seem to perceive between us.
I try not to worry.
I’m left with no choice but to give things time;
in spite of the ever-pressing-fact,
that time is out to get us.