I often mumble to myself -
Incoherent utterings based on a life of
Solitude and an unhindered perspective on
The darker things that this earth has to offer us as a whole.
A collective people:
A joint in the structure of this bitter universe,
We sway with each fluttering breeze,
And so we are unsteady in our beliefs,
And thus, in our differences and similarities.
You, however, are a rod of iron.
You’re an Eiffel Tower in my midnight world.
You light up the perimeters of my mind.
You shoot upwards, far above the ignorant and absurd.
You consume everything around you -
You consume me.
It is a wonder that you could ever love me at all;
That an unmoving nature such as yours could
Mould itself to my needs.
Everything about you is anchored,
Chiseled in stone and stable,
And this is an anomaly to my abstract character.
You have taken every billow of my emotion,
Every harsh word and auspicious dream,
Every silent sob, saturated with chagrin,
Marked by a life led to hell and back -
You take it all in stride.
You are an equalizer,
A sweet taste of reason,
An answer to an uttered prayer.

