I am
Quite exhausted from
Making my own fire.
Today I will
Lean back
And fall into
The
Arms of the Angels,
Letting myself be as a cloud floating
Overhead so effortlessly.
As money changes hands and the world moves
Faster
Than my eyes can blink;
I close them now, these eyes,
And sigh.
I told you my secrets.
They were in my eyes and
My sighs,
In the pause of my breath
When you touched me.
In the unfaltering beat of my heart
As you lay your head upon my chest.
Now you know.
Now you know.
You cry out loud
And they all come running.
Instead
She stifles herself.
Covers her own mouth.
Maybe she is too proud.
It is all relative.
Life.
And what we perceive as disaster.
Our minds comprehending the thick and thin
From different angles.
Maybe she finds herself not good enough.
Her worries
Less worthwhile.
She has held back so far,
The cry.
Thinking she would use it only
In her last effort
To hold the velvet curtains
Open.
But perhaps
She will slip
Into the
Silver twilight
With only a
Sigh.
Ah
But I breathe.
I hear a sigh escape your lips
As you see the colors too.
As you see the wind pulling the leaves from the trees.
They do their final dance for us.
And they return to the
Earth
That nourished them.
Some ride the wind so delicately.
Others seem out of control
As if fighting the pull of gravity.
Ultimately they all fall.
We endure.
I feel the warmth of your skin
As
You move closer.
This knowing between us,
It is time to hold each other.
This sorrow,
We must let it envelope us
If we are to ever love through winter.
Chole Into Diamonds 