you took the dream
& the eye of the hurricane
with it's thousands of forests.
it's heart beating as mine,
it's fractures
& the unnecessary suffering;
all of it
though all of it's colours
& old rumors collapsed at your feet,
still it moved on despite the weather,
the heat of your arrival
followed by the stark coldness
of having known you
& lost you like the wind itself
loses force as it travels across
the continents of solitude,
the rebellious mountaintops that cut
through each moment
like a hot knife through the icy swan
that adorned some futuristic black wedding
where no one ever arrives,
especially not the lovers
who were lost to the storms
that these years have provided
in moments,
in seconds that lasted longer than they should have,
lasting longer than the memory of anything.
there is a ritual to breathing
that the trees know
that seems to lose itself
in the romance of the summer,
heaped beneath the sweat,
the uncomfortable silence of dreaming
that perhaps once,
amongst the collage of being born
& constantly dying,
that there could be rest
if only for an instant
in the lucid world of the living.
i'll take the eyes of all of you
& remember for you always
that the heart speaks in whispers
& that having known you
was worth it's weight in suffering
as i have,
in love
with the tiniest maps
that describe you. |
Submission Name: some futuristic black wedding
