Ground

Ground

The study was often hard and momentarily beyond words.

Or was it here all along, skittish to climb from my mouth to ears that for such an instance declared a proud impairment.

This is it, my most beautiful feeling explained through the most magnificent of wonders.

With that feeling I was miles above Everest and still climbing, the cold and harsh conditions within the terrain effecting me not.

With that smile I was down by a reef in the largest of fashions.

With that look, I was home in Heaven, in thine Father's presence.

With that pain I was in the depths of a burning yet freezing inferno, that I thank Dante for warning.

With that soul mingling with mine masterpieces seemed such a waste of fashion.

With a simple kiss I was better than any substance.

With a touch I was following a river that seemed turbulent yet no more than benign to a simple soul.

With a shared heart between us both I was building obelisk in your honor.

For such a brief amount of forever and always I was alive in eternity and God seemed powerless to direct death into my realm.

For a reason of love, than he himself could not match.

One that stopped the angels for singing one evening, in a time of mourning for two that achieved much more than God intended.

At world's I never felt more at home than by your side.

Hand in hand, heart touching heart.

Above Everest,

diving the most magnificent of reefs,

in Heaven,

in Hell,

completion of the masterpiece,

above earthly substance,

riding a river,

building a obelisk,

rendering God powerless,

and yet all I could look at was the most beautiful of creations.

You,

my love,

my life my forever and always,

my reason,

my ground.