Filled Hollows

You are my zenith,

to reach you,

I'd cross a pathless heath

and share more

than the colors of the skies

swaying above the holy beliefs

of angels

born-n-raised as heathens

or the delayed remorse
of a wild child.

Though getting lost

together

in this cosmic vastness

might confirm some of our fears

We can still walk

we can still run,
shoeless,
all this changing distance

between south and north.

Our blank or rhymed verse

overpasses

channels and bridges
like a snow cloud,

stopping the pace of time

right in its middle.
Breathing your spring tones

suddenly explains
why being us
feels much easier

than being 
just you or just me. Around,

some candles have burned down,

some are burning away
the sorrow of man

then they are put out

for a while

not to obstruct

the gods' worthy worship

but to preserve a light.

Let’s pause now,

in this deliberate darkness;

Words have been drained
of love

for a nobler purpose

whose means justifies the ends,

the sacred winds

have chiseled holes

in our bodies

making us look like two lanterns.