A Home Here
I hope my home is as near to me as me.
I hope my home is as near to me as me.
To breathe in is to breathe out and again.
It is from within that we may find the reverence for Hashem’s beauty.
You will always have enough.
I walk you home
and your home
is the edge of my consciousness.
If my heart had wings.
If my soul could speak.
On my way
to you
I pass me by
again and again.
The future “I”
has less power than
the me of now.
We made room for forgiveness
in the smallest of cities.
How does one come to grasp
their most unnerving flaws?
You come
with parts of you
missing,
a book with pages
lost,
you are
made incomplete
by the words you
cannot say.
Do the ones we love
live inside us?
I carry you with me
and you may not realize.
Do you detach
from your self?
Enough to stretch the
distance between your
soul and body,
the balancing act
of a fallen soldier.
Color yourself onto
the walls.
If you are afraid
to be forgotten,
you will be a phantom
before you die.
We wake to the sound of us. We never know how to stop it, or why it happens. I did not choose you, nor did you choose me. We found each other because we searched at the same time.
We play with each other like a child plays with their shadow.
How do I capture you?
In each light
you become more
awe inspiring.
I once had ideas of how
long love would last.
I once placed love
on a shelf so high,
I could never reach you.
Your beauty is
no surprise.
I understand why
your sunrises
we try to capture,
and we never can.
Your beauty is here
and your beauty stays with us,
but your beauty is indescribable
to the soul you
have not yet held.
The etchings
each day duplicate
and expand themselves
upon the shadows.
And I will
always wonder
who was their creator.