itchy fingers,
scratchy words

You are so weary
Rowing for what seems like years
In your little wooden boat with its two wooden oars
So many storms and rough seas encountered
Your bow raises up and pierces through

Beating sun and chilling moon
You row and row with an iron will
A breath and a dream inside you
You reach a point of tire and yank back on the oars once more
Slicing through liquid
Blood pumps through your strong shoulders like gasoline on fire

Belief and hope your only guiding stars
When something is gone long enough
It’s hard to believe it existed in the first place
Looking to the starboard, port, stern, and bow, nothing
Reality becoming nothing
Nothing becoming reality

Sore eyes close gently
A warm blanket for eyes and soul
Self provided comfort
The first love is the love of one’s self
The flint

A light travels fast and shines hard
We were designed with opaque lids
It forces its way through the cells
Grabbing and pulling its way through
Tender knock on the retina door
Hello

The chamber door opens up
Am I dreaming? Are you?
Land is the ocean’s mirage

My light circles back around once again
Beaming out to you
Carrying with it a message each time it makes a round
…
I’m going to be here for you
…
I’m going to protect you
…
I’m going to take care of you

Just come to me
Just get here
Even if you crash into me
Please, just make it to me