is it wishful thinking
endless dreams
to be drawn by a calling
that pulls across miles
where a soul
opened
to me
and I
as well

there is
water
filling me
ready to be drawn

all of me
unlocked
in the palms of her hands
I've never been so willing to share

how strong am I?
to face the fire
to face the
fear
to wish upon each star
and end up not falling
falling in a hole
from staring at something
out of my reach

even on the darkest day
I think of the words she says
they warm me
flow through me
I feel her
a thread of silk through my fingertips

but here I am
writing another
romanticized plight
because I wonder how much of a fool
I've become

time always tells
unfolding like a crumpled paper on the floor
every twist and fold
ever crevice a new design
whether
we meet in the middle
is all up to the design
trying to make something
beautiful

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