There is, somewhere deep below the earth
A small man with brilliant eyes
A face masked by winged things
And a voice that doesn’t work
Resting his soul from the heavy price
That comes with Knowledge,
And he aches to be somehow else
And pines for a different lot.
It will not be long until he walks again
Wounds scarred over with thick, twisting ropes
Like pastel tattoos that mirror my own
Not that I would know much
Of what mirrors look like.
And farther away, there is another man
With three children, and a loving partner
In the most platonic of senses
His comfortable cover case
The three of us long and wait for
Pretend our circumstances are different
When we can imagine we see the lights
Twisting above a red neon sign.
Our quaint little patch of desert
That is anything but usual
I think we homesick the most.
Dear listeners, I want to help them both
But I don’t have the power
Nothing to do or change anyway
So I will live with my power of denial
That’s saved us a time before.
I speak into existence sand under my heel
Believe that it gets so cold and night
In the absence of a blazing sun
Feel the familiar squeak of my swivel chair
And thinning carpet under my shoes.
I speak forbiddenness over the patch of dirt
Where the dogs here romp and play
And imagine the helicopters painted black
And for a moment I am home.
Nothing against this current place
With it’s spacious rooms and raucous storms
And most of all, family I’ve always wanted
But never felt I deserved
But I believe all long for the place
That they feel most connected to
Our budding towns likely mayor
I pray to gods above to bring us peace
But maybe I will get my wish
Small little comforts I am afforded
This little guy, sitting tall,
on the fourth step from the ground
Looks so much like my little guy
With fewer spines, shorter claws
He belongs here. And so do I.
Among family, among friends
Among a place we’ve never been
But feel so comfortable in.
It isn’t my old home, but it will do.
Because at night, when I bid you goodnight
And his purring becomes a sweet lullaby,
Above us the exact same sky.
Mostly void, partially stars.
I remember the young man’s plight
And see him smile as he remembers
His partner, with a perfect smile,
And loving eyes, a kind heart
Who went they met, he fell in love instantly.
And the other man, while he still stands
Behind locked doors in his heart
Is happy with his family on the inside
And may soon stretch his limbs
Because he knows the key is around his neck.
And I remember my plight.
With a man I love under the moonlight
On our few and far between days
Since childhood, some version has been beside.
Because while Night VaIe is a place
A feeling I carry in my hearts deepest pit
So from my Home to my Home
I bid you goodnight, my friends
For I sleep with the moon,
as the sun climbs, I rest
May I see you again soon.
janainaart
jacobvanloon
germansingergirl
origamiaround
dailybridgerton
