A Distant Touch Disturbs The Closest of Stars

I feel you.

Right now and moments before.

That burning ember in my chest.

The tingles in my spine.

And yet you remain.

Unmoved and uncertain.

You said to ignore these feelings.

To erase them like chalk off a blackboard.

Yet the memories wash in like the tide.

Thoughts of you drifting ashore.

Veritas, etched upon your delicate wrist.

Our potential shown, yet unearned.

It is said that the definition of insanity is to repeat an action hoping for a different result.

So it is with us.

Our tangled cosmic pattern.

Dusted with the tears and kisses of centuries.

Drowned in egos and ambitions.

Yet blessed by the stars in our eyes.

You are next to me in my bed.

I feel your breath upon my own.

With every dawn I wonder.

If I should see your shape in the horizon.

Taking hesitant or bold steps.

In my direction.

Courage has waited for us to change.

Treasure awaits.

At the place it always has been.

Within the palace of our souls.

All of our dreams can come true.

With the most distant of touch,

disturbing the closest of stars.

And the lions shall turn to hear us roar.

This was written for the woman who once wanted to become my muse.

Thank you FV.

You are.