The Hill

you

getting nowhere on an upwards slope

staring at the sky

dreaming of angels more perfect

than the most delicate bloom

lying crushed and dying beneath your oblivious sole

reckoning sweet and ghostly kisses

upon your fettered lips

i have seen the top of the hill

the deepest crevice

i too remember that night of breathtaking stars

and the soft, effervescent meadow

in my curling toes

eyelashes fleecy and gentle upon my gooseflesh,
then gone with the wind,

two wishes, two ways

gravity, inescapable

but chained by bygone kisses, you resist

oh but the wisdom of the world;

newton knew better

my feet begin to slide, itching for more ground

the grass begins to grow too long

itching for new life

longing to escape your stifling stance

slope steepens, i'm gaining speed

and you pass out of sight

i catch up wildflowers in my arms

as the wind catches up my soul

caresses of a different kind

similarly sweet

but they linger longer,

a sweet breath of promise,

steady and safe,

without fear.

faster, faster

the sights
of cities

synthesize below

a whirlwind

so wide and deep

I catch

small snippets of

the timeless

nymphs

whispering

the secrets

of exuberance,

ecstasy

free, but not alone

love

radiates

from

all

b

o

u

n

d

s

.

I go freely, swiftly

with the grounding gravity of hope,

sure it will lead me safely

to his wonderfully strange

and cradling shores.

wow. that felt really good. i haven't written any poetry in a while. just haven't really been inspired lately. but i just saw things much more clearly. i guess this was kind of a response to my own post about time in it's own way.