Beneath This Heart
The sharp steel I once wielded has become too heavy.
As I kneel from exhaustion, it falls to the floor
clanking like metal does.
It is peaceful here, in defeat, nearer the earth
and things are so quiet after my determination
has ceased its rattle.
I am no longer sure how to be brave or courageous
and my strength is a fleeting resources that allows
me only to ponder.
But the well inside from which it springs is ever deep
and often strikes wildly in all directions in order
to seek a source.
From underneath a great floor of marble, you
reflect all light, pure and unassuming in your
great reservation.
Somehow I had the fortunate to know your location
and have desperately chipped away toward you
with great desire.
The light here in the receses of the earth is dim
but I have seem just enough of it to know
that it exists.
And, my dear, to know you exist is to know that hope
is more than fairly tales told to keep people going.
Let me breath my last breath into your mouth
and expire with a great show of love
in a resounding kiss.
Even if it is a passing moment, let me refuel in your spring.
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