A Layer of Dust

We wrote this, by hand.
We printed this, by intuition.
We bound this. by choice
And now we are putting it on the shelf, by necessity.
The pleasure of revisting it will be exciting, I am sure.
Let it gather a layer of dust.
Then open it up and read a page each day.
Careful not to spoil anything,
Be careful not to foil the plot.
You know the ending. You know how the lines.
But pretend you don't and read it everytime as if it is new.
Wear the pages til you can't see the print anymore
Only then will you be able to remember it by heart.
And maybe, just maybe....
Maybe a sequel could be in the works.
But for now, let it gather a layer of dust.
The tears to be cried will wash it away.
But for now, let it gather a layer of dust.

Above all

I want you to know this:

You are my everything.
Flowers come forth from your lips everytime you utter my name
Sending me high on clouds that waver ever so slightly.
Above everything. Above all

No one has ever touched me like you have touched me.
Porcelein. The skin of a virgin.
How it caressed me and made me strong.
How it knew how to touch me. How to hold me.
How to comfort every inch of insecurity.

Hold me on a branch
Held high above the ground.
I never feared the wind--you always were my safety net
The thrill excited me. The fall always scared me.
But above all, I was comforted---
Our love was higher than anyone else's

Fall.

Now listen:

You must understand that I am angry.
I am sad and betrayed.
I betrayed myself
I never listened.
You betrayed me--your love cracked and ran dry
But above all, I am happy

I know that one day we will come together again.
Like a moth to a flame, I can't fight it.

Understand I must move on.
Understand I need your love more than ever.
Understand I yearn for your body laying against mine
But above all, I desire our contentment
Our intelligence.
Our synchonozation.
Those things will never fail.
They will never fall.

Whether alone, or together,
Dead or alive,
No matter how many storms may pass
No matter how many deserts may envelope our souls
No matter how many waves crash above our heads,
The tree may shake with the wind,
The rivers may run dry,
But, Above all,
The land upon which we stood will be lush forever.

And in my dreams, I will visit it often.