Until We're Told to Go

Under the moonless sky at 1 am,

Wearing a costume made of sin,

I’m sitting where I shouldn’t be, and waiting to be told to go.

Broken, as shards of glass lay embedded in my heart

Blood, red and full, cries out of the wound.

But none of this will matter, love,

If you just come and take my hand.

If you stay with me, and whisper, “It’s going to be okay.”

Sit with me and mislead me into happiness.

Be with me, love,

And take me to where your love, pure and whole, comes from.

And I’ll take you where my ocean meets your sky.

To where my sun collides with your billion stars.

To where my sand waits for your waves to be swept away, forged, and changed.

I’ll take you where my truths, dark and bitter, wait to be accepted.

To where my thousand hopes, crazy and delightful, wait to be heard.

I’ll take you to where my words, bold and substantial, are born.

To where my thoughts, blazing and true, try to find yours.

To places where my tall trees kiss your humble soil,

To where my soul yearns for yours.

None of the pain will matter, love,

If you just sit with me where we shouldn’t,

Take my hand and stay with me,

Until we’re told to go.

10.10.2018