good night's sleep edit

Good Night’s Sleep Edit

incapacitated by wonder
my feet grow weary.

the heart no longer speaks to the hands,
lost to the paths paved before me.

how the forest rests gently on the hills,

and the hills on this sweet earth,

how lovely it seems, contrasted against

the imperfections of my birth.

will that perfectly green tree,
paint itself across this perfectly blue sky?

oh, this beautiful place,
i would never belong though i try.

i see: they are serene, melodic, beautiful,
and how - in peace- they are.

their fall from grace so small,
maybe only to earth from the stars.

but these hands, my heart,
fallen from perfection so far,

paths paved deep into eternity,
oh, reaching every star to every star.

the blood on these lips,

the dirt on these feet,

the tears on my fingertips,

a testament to human futility.

but this is the hope i have,
to you will i cling.

and when i fail, over and over,
for me your blood will sing.

as i claw my way back home,
and the rough patches do stumble me,

give me bread and water that i may live,
whisper, nudge: patience though i tarry.

let me see and understand,

I was born for a higher glory

better than this, better than all of this,

than anything else I see before me.

this life is yours,
to whom else do i dare give?

tattoo your name upon these hands,
upon my heart: my dearly beloved.