I reach
For the heavens
Anchored to earth and sea
Not yet ready
To soar beyond the clouds
Though I have touched
The sky
I reach
For the heavens
Anchored to earth and sea
Not yet ready
To soar beyond the clouds
Though I have touched
The sky
They spoke across a divide
Wide as eternity
Two dim lights
On distant shores
Obscured by the haze
Of time
But for their light
They’d have lost each other
Utterly
Such is the nature of binaries
Each caught in the gravity
Of the other
Their light grew
As they consumed time
With memories
And old promises
Spoken and unspoken
Still to be kept
The haze dispersed
The divide reduced
To a vision
A touch
An embrace
My guide drew silent
I entered the fog alone
Still I found the light
Not the prettiest lighthouse
Hard angles
Straight lines
Vast planes of white
So a fisheye
Rounds the square
Curves the lines
Arcs the sky
With fluffy bright clouds
Daylight waning hour
A beacon stands the ready
Darkness guiding light
The path I find myself upon
Began within a vast unknown
In which I couldn’t find my heart
Though the path, it seems
Unwinds in random ways
Through places unfamiliar
A light calls out
Both day and night
Drawing ever nearer
The day-to-day
The ebb-and-flow
Cuts and layers
Excise and sediment
Build upon the I that was
Carve away the I that may
Remains the query
Who directs this knife and trowel
But the whim
Of tide and wave
Her love
A whitewater cascade
Fell hard
Into the basin
Of a lover
Whose stillness
Quelled
The torrent
In the confluence
They eddied
Mingled
Became one
An eternal embrace
Beyond the headlands
And the sea
Sunrise pierces
Morning mist
While a fog
Engulfs me
Impenetrably
So, walk the shore
Where there, at least
The mist will rise
Along the path
Find nature’s beauty
Tenacious star
Breaks through what once
Was naught but darkness
Girds my faith
This sun’s path so too my own
Now navigate this darkened murk
To find again the light within
Sun burns white hot
Through dissipating fog
Sets wildflowers ablaze
With its morning rays
Sonic beacon rendered mute
Its clarion calls to clarity
Invited cerulean hues
A day begun
In dour temper
Manifests its beauty