afraid
but not broken,
we play on;

no hope;

no succor.

but we play
on.

lofty dreams,
so innocent and so fucking huge,
floated safely
on youth’s broad
untested wings.

so safe;

safe no more.

hard rain
truths mercilessly
upon
our
tempered hearts.

dig in
and wait,
here comes the thunder

desire
grows and
focus
narrows
as we seek
an end
to self-inflicted sorrows.

drifting boundless
on
my way
home

nothing feels
so right
and
so good…

no
thing,
but you.

I’ve flown,
touching
stars
burning and damned.
bright,
and so high,

but
I want
only to fall
and
touch
down,
with you.