Carry me
through my
infatuations.
Dispose of any bodies
in my wake.
The days
are strange
and getting stranger
by the hour,
by the minute,
by the gaze.
My eyes open
and I take in
the light of
this blessed morning.
Take this vessel
on a journey,
so that I can see
clearly
what’s before me.
Horizon stretching out
into the mountains,
all my wanderings
I have found
a home where
I can always touch
the stone
that bore me
before I turn
to dust.
You and I
are so the same,
I bear you up
when you sink.
You lift my eyes
when I am low.
We found each other
down below.
That is how
all of our stories go.
I think I’m starting
to figure out
finally who I am, now.
Not at all
what I was,
I am who
you wanted me
to become.
Subconsciously,
we’re all
making
dreams
come
true.
HG – 2021
