Our burning tower.
January 20, 2015"It's you and me against the world."
I want to run away to a place of our own,
where our foundations are in sync
and between us all is known.
I want to exist in that time that belongs just to us,
in harmony, side by side.
I want us to both know that we remain true,
that together we're timeless and in unision.
That with every breath, to each other we belong,
that together we are strong,
that unalterably, inseparably we stand.
But instead I stand on the top of a burning tower,
where the smoke fills my lungs and I'm overpowered.
Where the sound of the flames irreversibly fills my heart
with the notion that always we may be apart.
The floor is unstable, my vision is clouded,
my heart is consumed and divided.
The floor gives away, my body descends
towards terra firma through flames.
I'm falling, there's nothing that I can grasp,
I close my eyes as it all comes to pass.
In our burning tower I'm no longer trapped
and with my last breath I am free at last.