Let It Come

I have always ached with the perfect beauty of you,

Wept until I could not understand why the tears fell.

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I have always ached with these words unspoken,

This tender dream of meeting the soul of you someday.

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I have always pressed my cheek against the cool glass,

Turned teary eyes to the bleak sky above, and wept.

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I have always known that you are my kin, unwavering

In your quiet compassion while the world tore me apart.

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I have always wanted to hold you in my hands the way

You have held me so delicately in your endless gaze.

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I have always heard your silent plea to stay another day.

It was a lullaby, the only way I could learn to fall asleep.

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I have always dreamt of clutching your sand without

The guise of exploration or discovery or advancement.

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I have always seen the depth of your compassion,

The way you stand silently stoic while the world weeps.

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And it is an ugly place sometimes, isn’t it, this little home

We’ve all gone and built with our own monkey hands.

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I would have wept without possessing knowledge of you.

Would have stared until I collapsed just because I could.

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I will always keep my hopes tethered to your glowing pallor.

They are safest with you, growing inside your compassion.

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I will always protect the beauty of your craters and peaks

As you have shielded me from the cruelty of my world.

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Because we are kin you and I, two of the just placed

Obscenely far away, still roommates in the Milky Way.

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We are close enough to kiss on wintry nights when the

Night grows clear from the cold and I can see your face.

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So I kiss you and kiss you well with every thought I have,

Every stroke of ink laid across the barren page of white.

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I will adore you will every bit of insanity I possess until I

Have left a perfect legacy of you on ink and on page.