you harbor hope. in your chest, in your lungs. in my hands
and in yours. you harbor hope. you wish to harvest it, too, from something else;
reap the earth for something more powerful. but there never is.
seems like we've scorched the last few pieces of land that were worth anything.
so you scoop up that faith of yours, that blinding faith,
that swells up at night and tries to come out,
and you are strong. stronger than you think.
still you think this has amounted to nothing.
i have watched you night after night grow these wings.
i hope you don't see love as something worth outgrowing–
more like a dancing shadow at the edge of darkness.
i hope you share this. share it with me, with anyone.
amass a growing pain for the love that is no longer for us.
i beg you, don't let it drop from your arms.
