Heard Like A Hark

[sorrowbird87]

It doesn't matter that life is closer
than the death of your echo.

We fly across these glorious ridges.
They are boundless in height
divided in severed land treaties
and as welcoming as a bullet
into our blurry dreams.
There are no gaps
to fill with simpleton regrets
or another man's foaming greed.
I could push this pavement
down the veins of any lover
but I would rather be without "us"
if it means that I may soundly sleep tonight.

We were once so hungry
for anyone to erase the hinges
of our mortal existence
that we forgot that the fire
had already destroyed all of our exits.
Who will lead us
back from the highest place
we've built in our lovely cradle?
There are are no limitations
to cover these evolutions
or discredit loves forthcoming path.
I could write another chapter
but I would rather be without "you"
if it means that I can learn to rise alone.

We are breathing down our demons,
praying to the most tangible person
that we may release these sentimental blinds.
I am sure that if evil had a face
it would certainly not be ours
or the precarious individuals calling our bluff.
There are no more exceptions
to our complex divides
or the distance mocking our journeys home.
I could move through every drop of faith
but I would rather not know "myself"
if it means that I have to lose my voice.

I love you,
I love.
I.
Echo.