our grip is firm and unshaking
bearing familiar life,
like the roots that dig far beneath
the tundra of the earth,
searching through dark clumps of dirt
for permanent life matter
that will allow for the growth of the
most upright tree.
your worn eyes, burning ever so bright
like fire in the sky,
they reach into me with such
and a purity so delicate even
Evil will not comprehend it enough
to pull it down from you.
i see my other self when i look in,
and i understand every unspoken word
that gets caught in the fray of
your breath when we are
wholly and all-encompassingly
there is no pedestal,
there is only balance,
for finally, our hearts are
as free as they are full.
the holes roughly dug up and abandoned
are now wide open no longer despaired
as they at last, learn to
let light in.