Exceeding gravity, pressed fresh, far flung
From the following: A gasp of undying hope.
Repeated process. Again, you fall. Again, we
Run. Together, again, we hold. Breath past
Yearnful breath of flowering wonder and wish,
Awash with worry and salt. Movement abound
Found wound and dying, knotted into
A million cries from a million black tie nights.
You find distant differences hung proud,
Frowned upon, drowned-out, brow furrowed down—
And yet here you stop; popped rims profit
From the timing of one shapeless prophet.
Burrow my grounded plan, refine my mind
From rind to rinse to realms-of-the-rest;
Profound. Unbinded, brine flows rather than time
Onto my abiding design. An eternal rhyme
links my web of thoughts to a final blinding tide.
When wildflowers drip from misty spires,
Carry me like the breeze carries leaves;
Forgetfulness switches a similar plea,
Breathing heavy, downward-bound,
Floundering past the glee of the ground.
Springs flung on wilder wrung flights,
So remind my nights, my days, my sights
Of a colder time when the sunshine hides.
Passing my tide, pride in your light, I find
A trial of sickness, of kind eyes and of smiles,
And still I won’t yet release my fire,
Tied as it is to my own need to climb as high
As the sweeping, shining vermillion.
Might you leave, I will clear my heaping spirit.