Safe

What poignant memories,

These unveiled things,

Like dreams etched in bas-relief,

Into the stone fabric tablet,

That covers the twill tapestry,

Of ugly things we’ve done,

And the lovely self-redemptive,

Things discovered in between,

Nights once filled,

With sorrows,

Sprung from promises,

Gossamers of non-forgotten wrongs,

Done,

That once haunted every nuanced

Thought,

Are tenderly freed,

And overcome,

Committed to the flame,

That rages between us,

It is now, and will forever be,

You, adoring the worst of me,

Our Tomorrows,

Your failures fully anointing me,

As priest over promises,

From a long-forgotten god,

Regrets spent as penance,

Paid for eternal peace,

Between us,

Now rapt to a stellar bosom,

Shelter to our shared dreams,

For we are the prize of lessons,

Painfully gleaned from pasts,

That begrudged the warmth of peace,

As we hold each other,

Through the dark of this,

As day breaks quietly,

Caressing away our shames,

Restoring our belief,

The long echo of shortfall,

Eternally silenced,

Mine, by you, yours by me,

The entire one of us,

Painfully stained to perfection,

As far as we can see,

Sullied to our own special wonderful,

Aches as promise of our forever,

Failings,

The mortar of our we.