by Avery Robertson
I am in the middle of a mystical moment,
the kind that blows your head off and,
rips the hell out of your heart.
The kind that erupts into fits of rage and
lack of reason. The kind that
brings back every moment
you've ever lost in your complicated life.
I'm just sitting here,
all honey-eyed and spellbound,
surrounded in exotic spices
and brilliant stars.
My soul beating in time
with my restless heart,
my mind lost in thinking.
Deep into the evenings with only the
darkness and the light to accompany me.
Where should I go when I find
that everything I've held to value,
the best, and the worst,
eventless, and eventful, within
the rapid swirl of spinning confessions
that tips the tops of mountains,
comes crashing down around me?
I will come home to you,
I will follow your last word,
the last look in your eyes,
tear filled and empty
And I will carry with me
all the hope of a million dreams,
a trillion breaths to alight
and amaze your stare.
And when the world fails me,
and it most assuredly will,
I know that you are still
where I reside, where I was born,
and inside that ever repeating storm,
that I am coming home again.