A good morning to you is what I wish for when you open your eyes after you dream those dreams and realize you are still alive. You were daring the night defying the Gods, risking it all never fearing the fall.
I was there, you saw me running on silver clouds above the cold earth you came to find me on the edge of freedom, I was standing there, I was close to the sun.
You said you wanted to jump and wake up knowing how good it felt to crash softly in the abundance of bliss.
Open your eyes, goodmorning golden soul, you are alive in the abundance of me
The very thought of you entering my life only to let profanity come in is enough for me to set on fire every promise ever made. Never once stopped to calculate the amount of shame you we’re able to create. Your only worry was about how much you were able to gain, how good it would feel, another challenge, role playing between scenes.
A doorway leading to guilt morphing into blame with a fiew of my hopes between your hands. You are the insult to everything I had planned, the life I have, the dreams I build and who I am. You are the disillusion of my reality, the lesson I must learn for trusting such indignity.
It’s ours, ours to own and celebrate. The sound of your laugh, secrets and confessions and I would listen and listen. Inspirations in the late hours like dust that won’t settle, conversations made of dreams with hints of fantasies and you would listen and listen. The stories we told like coated in gold, the need to discover more everytime we closed that door.
The light of dawn, the rising sun, fascinated and still awake, I was mesmerized . The candle melted, the morning behind the curtains, it made no difference, we were safe, we were hiding.
Without you all of it has no meaning, we should be celebrating. You believed and gave me reasons to keep going. I could never have planned something this incredible, it’s ours to own, it’s undeniable.