believing

believing
it seems to me
is the root of all knowing
for what i have found
is worth far more than all i have lost
what once i took for granted
i now embrace each day
like a breath of frigid air
on a morning laced with ice
you magnetize me into
delight so deep and dark
you are swirling, yes
with all the light of things unknown
all of you which
i have pulled from dreaming
to become the reality beneath
the heavy lids that open to wonder
enchantment; surely you know
for your spell is as natural
as the garden which flourishes
in your heart planting sunlight
and bittersweet promises
too much for a wanderer to hold
yet he stops and he stares
as do i, for the day
breaks as surely as you
never, far more than this
your edge to fit with mine.

Looking out across the horizon of the floor,
Nothing to the left,
Nothing to the right,
Complete silence,
A desolate realm where you exist.
There is no fighting it,
There is no fighting against it,
There is no living with it.
This is the point,
The point where the memories follow you,
And you feel like you can see them.
They walk in front of you,
Walking in the blackness.