slightly relevant

life and light,
softly bright,
protect me from the shadows of
my unrelenting hellish fears.

No matter how hard I try
I can’t seem to win this fight
I seem to be further behind
Than I was when I met you
(words by Copper Wimmin)

Guarded, grounded, practical, precise.
Patient and thoughtful.
Careful and kind.

Why are you so afraid to be close to me?
Why am I so afraid to be far from you?
Why are we balancing on this precarious little perch?
Barely touching the surface, when our pool runs so deep.

Your soul sings with mine. We breathe the same sighs. I am filled with the pregnant whispers of our entwining minds.
I am overcome.

I am lost and wandering.
I am sleeping, drowning, floating.
Weeping.

I am ever existing within of this hymn of sighs.