The Crossing

Sweet silent provocation

Slipped to me in a gaze

A memory ready to be made

A heart about to risk breaking

Though ruptured by multitudes

Not so very long ago.

 

 

 

 

The past thunders in my ears

A warning signal beacons

I stand and ignore the blare

It is a choice I make tonight

To listen instead to your eyes

And my own fluttering senses.

 

 

 

 

A few feet between our fleshes

Feels wide as an Arctic ocean and I

Dare to cross it in my fragile lifeboat

Dripping with the salt of my fear

Anxious to be on dry land again

Praying my footing shall be sure.

 

 

 

 

Shall we climb mount truth ?

Or will we succumb to the

Searing valley of regret?

Neither you nor I can say

Where my crossing will lead us

And yet I fall into your arms

Almost effortlessly.

 

 

 

I shall know nothing of regret.