I can trust, That as my truth rises from the abyss, The light does not frighten you, And that you can hold the hand of such a resurrection. I can hope, That as the power of my heart shakes the fallen ash, and turns to embers the unholy bonds of fear, That you walk with me through the quaking. For what is this life about, If not the quakes and shakes of transformation, In the bleeding wounds of warriors left to die? Reborn, Seeking pleasure in their honor, Finding desire in their truth, Knowing love in the scars the demons have left on mystic flesh, Like hieroglyphics, Scribbled in the sand. I can pray, That as my wings sprout in the gashes left upon me, That you will hold my hand to fly by my side, And not to hold me to the ground. I can wish, That as you see the views of love from lofty heights, That you will kiss me even as the lightning strikes, Knowing I will burn before you will ever feel the heat Come scorching through your shell. For what is this love about, If not the growth of heaven's wings, And the flight of Angels who have fallen so in love? Soaring, Peeking from the other side of stars, Laughing as clouds of truth cleanse their surrendered hearts, Tears of joy, Falling like rain. Do not seek to find me in the grave, For I will not exist in that eternal prison, I am born within your heart, And I live within your sacred graces, Close your eyes and find me there - your truth resounds, I speak your name in reverence of all I was born to do. Let others be mystified in their fear, But walk with me in matrimony of truth and love, Let courage be our name. Seek not diamonds, for they are falsehoods of the highest order, But find my bond in my footsteps, In my tears, In the very breath that flows across the back of your neck. But know the symbol of my humanity is real, Like a ring placed in a sacred oath scoured into the rock-face of my life, Too deep to be weathered by the winds, Or washed away by the floods of demons sure to pass. We, you and I, Will walk among the redwoods, Kiss the sea with our bonded hearts, Taste the mountain air with lips made ready in the morning, Raising the soul of the Earth simply in our embrace, With our hands held firm, We kiss, and the heavens explode in what should be. For isn't that what life and love are all about?
