Glass in the Shade

And to be so beautiful without becoming one to shine would be a sin..

When I am a flower

and my eyes dance with the dark

with terror and pride

venom and bitter flame

and you see me glowing

filling these corner with whispers

of anxiety and hope and falsehood

with memories worn on my sleeve 

and stitched into the seams

I hope that in the instant when

I find you

you will find me as well

I hope that the dark is diluted

and that the weight of the air becomes

lighter

I hope that you sound just like

a flying dream

or the city streets we find rarely vacant

I hope that your eyes are windows into the abyss that would stare back

out of curiosity

I hope you would promise to stay safe

let me shelter your soul if you can shelter my shades of black

and let the blade melt

but let the scar be

and you would not have me remind you that 

this is appreciation, not possession

and fathom the idea that 

this may as well not be our imagination

and we can feel safe to let go

and find who 

our expeditions have molded us into

as one

and as two