Every Great Journey...

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I don't know where to begin sometimes.
The dark air is cold and I can be no warmer
grasping at your ghost. Even as I run,

your smile is something infectious--
an incredible deviance and a last(ing) impression--
and it has placed its stamp on my soul.

I feel blessed to have seen it once.
To witness its passing like a shooting star.
But, I have been spoilt and blessed like no other
and I was allowed to sit close to its source--
a swirling celestial birthing ground of joy,
a truly magnanimous splendor.

The site of it was astonishing and I was shocked
in a way I could not understand.

But, I could dare not touch this--would I ruin it?
Would I burn all what I am to know it?
Would it even burn with me?
Oh, how I long to know that fire and roll
in its wicked joy, uniting our sparks
to be the activation energy for an explosion of life.

The cowardliness in me for once was overwhelming and
somehow I became accustomed to my distance
and the yearning clawing at me from inside--
something I have never hesitated to release before.

It was set free one night when I glanced up with wide eyes
and saw not a light in the sky to guide.
Tearing open my chest, it leapt forward.
Its sad eyes looked around
desperately searching for its goal
and found nothing but my pathetic self.
Looking back at me, its eyes were angry in a way
that could not be stopped.

No, this anger would not be appeased
with anything but her perfection.

And so, without a direction to go,
we set off desperately running.
Somewhere in the distance her fire burns
and all I want is the chance
to lay down my entire life
and to throw myself toward its core.