“A Dwelling”
June 5th, 2019
Basking in what was lasting sunlight
I found myself asking for what and whom I was proved
Still young, I felt accomplished yet
Still I felt malnourished too
How was one to reach a kingdom
When the water was vast and blue?
Sails shift and old shells rip and crack
With the rift and pack
Wild and animalistic, wolves bite and nip at our shoes
Closer than ever to a heaven, I see an angel and her eyes are blue
Same as the tide pulling
But innately pure and their intentions true
What was love before this?
How has the knight always died by blade for a love unproved?
Why do the lovers mingle in the bars
And then consummate in their tombs?
She sleeps on sheets floating on a shoreline
Somewhere South of Toulouse
By bike she’s traveled Europe
And with an even calm she’s shown she moves
May I find myself with her again
Deserted where it will be just us two
Near New Mexico, where we’ve made a dwelling
And it’s with her I’ll always move