[ DEITY ]


It's so DIFFICULT
To wake up
day in, day out,
shriveled by the
ever increasing craving
to hold you again;
To brush my teeth,
knowing that you're not
here to kiss me afterwards;
To comb my hair,
haunted by the memory
of your fingers playing
with my curls;
To gaze at the moon,
without holding you;
To look at the mirror,
instead of looking at you;
To feel you by staring
at your shiny eyes
through memory, not sight;
To find home,
as no matter how many
houses I stay at,
I'll remain homeless -
as home is you;
To live like a drone, with the
heart of a butterfly.
Faith and Hope don't go
hand in hand anymore.
I hope to drown,
but I wish to fly.
To fly
like an angel;
To fly
like you.

It's so EASY
To visualize the angel
and the butterfly
soaring up together,
each dependent on the other -
for love, and nectar, and
other things best left unsaid here;
To dream that you still remember
what I promised you once -
that I was going to worship you
so thoroughly that even when this
Universe was a forgotten echo
of faded stardust,
I would still love you;
To defy sanity and wait;
To wait for your homecoming -
in order to dance with you
under the starry nights again,
to hold your hands tight
throughout the cold nights,
to get lost under
the strands of your hair,
to celebrate your birthdays
with a bit of wine
and a little of cake
and a lot of lovemaking
and a lot of chocolate,
to be awake to wonder
at your perfection while you
snore peacefully,
to carry your breath
inside me again.
My wings are weak,
but I'm sure I can fly.
To fly, to glide
through the clouds
at sunrise;
To fly
with you.

Love and Dreams
still go together.
I've met the Deity of Love
(I'm head over heels for her),
and I've met the
Deity of Dreams
(she's mine),
and they're both
one and the same:
they're you.
I'm coming now,
ready to sleep,
ready to dive
into our world, to
hug you deep and
be at home.
To dream for as long as it
takes my prayers to wake you.
We're going to the
wing-shop tonight.
And then we're flying.
Flying to the heavens;
Flying to you,
With you.

It's a race!

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