Courage to Fall

During my sunny days, I had a love
The kind that is too good to be true
Every evening,
As the sun hid his face far in the West
An out-of-this-world feeling
Clogged my chest
As I eagerly waited to be lost in their arms
And die a little more
When their lips found mine.

In their embrace, heaven was a place
And home was a spirit
The way their hands spoke to my blazing skin
Teased me into falling for the magic
They ignited beneath the surface.

I swear I saw dawn in their eyes
After every long night
As their tenderness flooded the space between
My falling stars
And the dark side of my soul.

When winter came and they faded into the cold
The ghosts of my lost love
Sprung from the grave
To remind me of the courage it took
To let their light
Through the cracks of my sporadically
Broken soul.

I am trying to invite poetry back into my essence... Not that words ever leave me behind, just that the ongoings of my internal world affect how I align them. The trick is to quiet the noise long enough to create something healing out of the heavily taxing season I am in.

Would you please stay with me?

_{...wambuku w.}