eireann

I have perhaps reached the breaking point where everything else but me no longer matters and maybe just maybe I have lost my soul in this stretch of reality praying for...
things
unseen.
things unknown by others.
I cry out and the truth of the matter is that I have gotten to this point through the distress of the revelations you have given to me and me alone
and I'm so tired of playing this game of blame with so much disdain for the reality of tomorrow's disgrace.
I will dream of answers and wish only to wake up to your face
and roll over and realize that it is your soulful eyes I dream of nightly.
and
you
make me
want to be so much more
than midnight epiphanies and the labels that have been given to me.
You make me
reach out grow up dream harder live faster.
Perhaps I have never expressed it in words understandable because I am no longer able to say what I think
you turn me into...
what I have always wished to be.
And I will spend this night
wishing
you
were here.
Waiting.
I will be waiting for you in our secret refuge
until you, my friend, my rock, return
to the arms so faithfully waiting for you.