In days when I was immortal
Before the universe
Folded in on itself
When I could run
Beyond forever
When you believed
The sky was infinite
And that if you reached high enough
From the nook on your roof
You could pluck a star
From amidst the bright abyss
And cradle it
As gently as a child
And whisper sweet words
While it falls asleep
So its dreams are filled
With aspirations of beauty
And love and intelligence
That of the greatness of the sun
So that when you looked into my eyes
You could see endless galaxies,
A single weeping willow
Being brushed by yellow silk
With faces as chocolaty brown
As my gold flecked eyes
Growing from dewy green stalks
As tall as the cloudless skies
Where, on perfect days,
Tears as soft as poppy petals
Fall from my eyes
As heavy as rain
Or as delicate as snow
As if I could convince you
That I'm truly impossible
Because I can remember times
When, as out there as I thought,
You would have never believed
How "in here" I felt
And days where it felt easier
To close my eyes
And pray for a breath of air
To be there when I opened them
But time after time
When I awoke to no air
And I thought I was drowning
You seemed to fish me out
From deep within that ocean
So deep that the only color that existed
Was a sad shade of blue
Where no light could squirm its way down
To my depth
So I began to think
Of you before God
And God slowly fell out
On the far left side
As I grew into my mind
And all the things that never made sense
When they were first thrust
At where I stood open-armed, ready
To accept them
Finally started to unravel
From the knots I caught them in
But it would seem
That knots are easier to carry
Then strings of misery
At such lengths
You could tie one end of each
To the rings of Saturn
And bury them beneath the Earth's surface
And only unbury them
For the sake of my love
And desperation to keep them hidden
From the view of the little boy
Sitting at my windowsill
Watching the snow fall
A desperation so great
I would sooner be
Sailed to the edge of forever
And dropped off existence
So that men of great power
Or women of great mind
Could follow tattered paper
Throughout the world-wide paths
And never find them
Or days when my troubles scream out loud
And my mind threatens to consume me
Or when it hurt so much to breathe
That housing a bleeding heart
Actually began to seem
Like more of a rainy day
Just tired, gray, and lifeless
And less like
Open-armed falling
From the contrast
Of black on black
So you wouldn't even see
The tiny speck of light
Dissipating in the distance...
