Yet, We Rise

We climb.

With lightened feet we tend,

To things of endless skies,

Fluently cajoling our wits and sanities,

To behold yet a brighter side,

The flank that swells just beyond the massif peak,

Upon which we not so long ago set our hearts astride,

The veritable reverie of unending bondage,

To be by the other’s passions,

Kept for life.

We float while our kindred souls graft and deftly hold,

To the ascent we chose to suffer blithely,

In the face of the unknown.

We drift within softly unspoken souls,

Abashed to doubt the other’s mind,

We find our simpler selves seduced,

By the fear of being left behind.

Fright of forgotten promises,

Blissful fantasies of eternal oneness,

Contritely laid to rest,

Delusions of duly outgrown dreams,

As damned as empty threats,

In our coldest nights left to equal rights,

Of fondly mourning mislaid time,

Lured and bemused,

Moved to tears by the once sublime.

We have endured,

Shrugging off weighted whispers,

From blued faces,

Dissenters, downward passers-by,

Who’s loves stolen, stifled, were unable to survive,

Suffocated in thin air,

Stoic,

Falling,

Failing,

Emotions motionless otherwise.

But, you and I,

We rise.

Surely, we persist by thirst, by yearning,

A hunger from which I strive for your entire heart,

Your enduring heart,

Your all grafted into my everything,

You,

Indelibly my entirety,

And once again, we soar.