Rusted

new love

A muse, a siren, a fair maiden in distress

I am none of these romantic notions, I honestly confess

I prefer to wear my armor with its chinks and broken places

I have wandered through the days, over months and into years. Countless faces.

The quest, circular in nature, with answers that were always there

The search for something that only time would someday share

I walk now, with new purpose. This knowledge my precious jewel

Sweet irony- so patiently perfectly softly cruel

I see your armor in the distance, under the shelter of a tree

Rusted by tears and sweat and blood, it is poignantly beautiful to me

I find myself before you, and you offer me your hand 

Our metal skins collide in a grotesquely melodic odd metalic band

I kiss the pain you wear on your face, I taste the sadness I can't make disappear

I can only offer this one thing. I am with you. I am here.

No answers need be given, no promises need be made

Just rest with me here, in this quiet stillness shadow shade

Our souls speak so eloquantly without the weak vehicle of our words

Beneath this ceiling made of a cerulean sky, branches and birds