Catharsis

I breathe heavily, remembering how you
were told to sleep on this day, high above the earth,
with your chest caught on ashen illusions of
skyscrapers now vacant.

Love swoons in the absence of reality;
yellow jackets and crows will not
chase the pulse we are beginning to touch-
for this is a new world where hearts
tiptoe back through gravity.
Can't you see that even the sky
is descending unto the fire
our hearts underestimated?

I write for you, that you may be found again,
on the other side of a silvered moon or
in the thousand ways the sun is fighting
to rise this eve.

Glancing behind a pair of clarion eyes,
I never realized life has a voice where every
human need is not so distant and the earth can
silently crawl into our open wounds; I see healing.

The fertile tree at my side is the dawn
of our silence. Though some would say we
are cursed, our words are what stilled actions-
it is only through this that our thoughts can be
hushed and our hearts move forward to nest home.

- Written 1/26/13 for a contest on forums.