#wheneverinkisneeded

[meowvang]

59.

I hope you find the words

to shape your spirit,

be it a white castle up

among the clouds or a home

whose windows are madly

in love with the calm sea.

I hope you find purpose

seamless as if you

are unbound to anyone,

and yet here I am drawn to you

in ways fate is tethered

to loft balloons.

I hope you find yourself,

the kind that made me realize

I never needed to drift again

the moment when your heart

anchored me in its place

and there; I found myself.

[meowvang]

61.

Maybe I've lost my perception of time

and I wondered

if it is really 3:49 AM

beating away at my heart

steadily--as if the moment

went imperfectly still

and the whispers fell through the cracks of

each history retelling itself 

with the language of letting go.

You see, my bones are poetry wrapped--

tightly to those places where words

mend what gravity could not.

Displaced as I am

as all things must be,

the sun takes its time

to rise and become relative once again.