I.
Even the spectacular advent of True Love
brings with it the insidious undertow of fear,
that flotsam and jetsom of the hypervigilant heart,
those shipwrecked corners birthed by even the most jubilant moments,
once the decrepitude of introspection begins to scrawl
the image of entropy upon the stark corroding edges
that glisten upon time’s rushing arrow.
Forward we all march,
into the mystical arms of tomorrow,
striving to cup the quicksilver droplets
of Love in our hands,
the ferocious need to buoy our sinking hearts
with the magnificent joy of the present
echoing across the canyons of our thoughts.
II.
Oh,
how she makes
my capricious heart dance,
feet striking the dry earth
and sending the dust into the sky
like smoke signals telling the moon
to never let the night end.
III.
Moonlit and wandering,
I search the undulating recesses
of the shadowy evening,
hungry for the triumphant sustenance
of her invincible firelight.
As the sweetness of light bounces gracefully
off of the soft movement of her hands,
I am cast wildly into a magnificent cycle
of destruction and renewal,
the mesmerizing geometry of her face
filling my eyes with an ocean of cathartic tears.
IV.
A billion galaxies teeming with millions
of unique starry skies,
untold fingerprints on volcanic rocks,
smudges of sentient color
fleshed out into meaning,
splashed across the cave walls
in a terrific fit of knowing:
tiny moments blooming
with the vibrant legacy of expression,
stories passed down to the rhythm
of flames dancing in front of enraptured eyes.
As barren asteroids careen by
in the strange uninhabited darkness,
something still pulls at our hearts,
a never ending string of gravity’s caress
tempting our true selves to step forward
into the enormity and splendor of sunrise.
V.
Even as I reveal every weakness
of the collapsing star that is my heart,
you choose again and again to hold on,
to elevate all that I am with the unearthly power
of your transcendent adoration.
In your forgiving arms
I have become so much more.
In your flawlessly human eyes
the gift of a truly elucidated universe
splashes onto the astounding canvas
of my fluttering soul.
Starlight filling in our rambunctious steps,
oceans rising toward our devoted eyes,
we shimmer like an aurora unleashed,
gathering color and vibration in a flourish
of criticality that never seems to end,
but instead is reborn in an endless parade of entropic defiance,
a love that cannot be measured,
for the simple act of doing so
merely pulls back the curtain
and exposes the simple truth
that something deep inside us
has left the planet behind,
to exist everywhere at once,
to sparkle in every speeding photon,
to wiggle in every quantum fluctuation,
to freeze time with every kiss of a singularity.
I thought I understood everything
about this universe that I could,
bathing in reality’s stream until
I was fluent in the language of existence.
And then you woke me from a dream,
poured magic into my veins,
and showered my cosmos
with an understanding that
can never be found on the beautiful
but dusty pages of even the greatest books.
VI.
We are harmony.
We are stardust.
We are earthbound.
We dance in the flames of knowing,
winking at the face of the trickster
with smiles upon our resolute faces.
We stand up suddenly with our hands held high,
and shout out those words of daring
that once lit your way in the night when all was lost,
saving you from the darkness with the proud
and powerful howl of the living.
We are harmony.
We are stardust.
We are earthbound.
We dance in the flames of knowing,
winking at the face of the trickster
with smiles upon our resolute faces.
