The cost of loving you
is almost too much pain
for me to bear.
And yet, somehow..
I love you still and still I care.
Though you have given me
quite nearly every reason
found under The Sun
to leave..
Still I am here for you.
Still I am ready, once again,
to love and bleed.

Why do you reckon
that for you I choose
to love and bleed?
Why else..
If not to make you
finally believe..
That certain people
come into our life
not by coincidence
but rather by design.
That there is more
to love than that
which either meets
the jingling wallet
or the naked eye.
Like when your heart
is aching for me
silently at night.
And you just cannot muster
any goddamn reason
as to why.

Perhaps because
somehow I met you..
at your innermost depth.
And then, despite the hurt
of loving you..
I chose to persevere
through it.. and never left.
Because I heard you..
even through the coldest
silence of the dead.
What was The Fall from heaven..
that by which this dead of silence
was originally led?

Just as a flower
drowned in water
suffocates and dies..
After all was said
and done by me
your heart froze over
into ice.
Your warmth turned
into silence,
and your gentle breeze
became a chilling wind.
And now I have
only a fleeting inkling
floating on the air we share
for where to even begin..

What must I do
to thaw your heart of ice?
To feel your gentle warmth
again upon me.. one more time.
To once again make you believe..
It is to persevere through all the hurt..
and bleed to love.. and love to bleed.
And through my love
and blood and sweat
to grow.
Only the strongest,
bravest, skillfullest,
and truest is The One
to claim The Ocean’s heart..
you may recall.
So be it then..
The Eye
shall then endeavor
once again
to be The Mountain..
to become
The All.