Crossroads at Salvation

Oh my love,

For thus you are,

I wanted to say goodbye for such a long time.

But just before you left, you said,

Hello.

You reached surely and clearly out

And touched my heart.

Oh my love,

We shall not live easy lives;

We have fingers that shake and eyes that quiver with bright tears

And hearts that ache so much we must close our eyes and open our mouths

And where sound should be, there is pain.

The things we kept inside, the things we didn’t say

Could’ve filled an entire Bodleian Library,

Chained inside walls too high

Built of secrets and sealed with circumstance.

My love,

I call you thus now

For time has not granted me a reason not to.

It shall.

I’d say, ‘don’t worry,’ but I know you don’t.

Trust, you say. Trust.

You shut your eyes so tight and held on for dear life

And fell

Right back to where you belonged.

I don’t know where I belong.

Only who I’m supposed to be.

I was your sunshine and your life-blood.

I got you up in the mornings and drew a smile across your lips.

I stopped your tears and started your heart.

I was your hand and your heart and your shoulder and your joy.

Only time will tell if you shall ever, purely and completely,

Be mine.

Shadows of Yours

The worst sort of man,

A dog, he called himself

And he laid down and cut it short for love.

I’ve cried those tears, knowing

Just how hard the fight can be.

Don’t

Give

Up.

Sometimes just making yourself believe that tomorrow is better

Makes you the champion of today.

Nighttime, don’t steal my days;

They are my utter salvation.

Tears, don’t linger too long on the words.

You know well and deep what that does to your poor heart,

And your poor life right along with it.

You will be better

You are NOT the sort of person that gives up.

That bar will never come down

Don’t you DARE stop clinging on for dear life.

That power is coming straight from inside

Given straight from above

A long, long time ago.

A gift that precious was given for the express purpose

never to be wasted.

Claw your way out, darling.

Let yourself be pulled from your rubble and

Don’t ever stop hoping.

Stop your shivering wet midnight wanderings and

Sleep sound in love,

The love you’ll never have to cry without.

Find in the desolate man the assurance

That the hand that holds yours as you stare death in the face

Is the one that will always, always pull you out.