it comes in a rush

redmosquito10

the pain might seem to legitimize what is lacking from everything else
i whispered to myself, pulled my hair, hung my head
ive tried for faith at all times. looked around me and done my best
to keep the hope
a cliff at sea
being slowly worn down by the gradual processes of days of waiting,
until a sudden upheaval of tectonic plates lifts me higher than ive ever been
and for a moment
the sky is my home
and i soar
over the sea
my friend and enemy
glimpse my childhood home
blanketed by snow,
still lit perpetually,
waiting for me to return
over the destiniations i fear
ill only visit in my dreams
and all of it is one
I fly higher , higher
and as my outstretched hand breaks that most resistant of barriers
and my fingers touch absolute nothing
i feeel the pull to look back
and see that all that i am
all that i hope to be
all that ive seen on my most spectacular of journeys
has condensed to a sphere
the cool blue of the planet from space,
not quite so cool because of the flames i know burn below,
is encompassed
in the pale blue of your eyes
and as before,
as it always has been
my world
is in your eyes