Growth

I slumbered in gallows
where swampy silhouettes
paraded nightly in dreams,
I sunk myself into a selfish sorrow
reciting hollow verses until
my lungs split at their seams.

Your song was nursed
in my doorway occasionally,
although forbidden to ever enter;
Your heart was an oak
rooted outside my bedroom window
I feared time would simply splinter.

Patiently you made
an intravenous entrance
through the void between my ribs,
becoming the song
I always knew to sing but instead
would bite my lips.

Your enchantment is
a posionous clarity
infecting all parts of my manic mind,
Where two souls illuminate
the edge of an abyss
true love could only find.