Is This All We Get?

There’s nothing I believe in more

Than this dream of ours

To change the world

When I was young

On goodbye a camp counselor

Whispered in my ear

“You’re going to change the world”

I didn’t know what she meant

She saw something

This burning, this burden

That it took this impossible love

To lift and turn to flames

Through dying lips

This will be our gift

To the beauty that is left

Power runs from people like us

We are quiet, mostly unseen

Even more often unheard

Broken souls with tattered nerves

Wholeness is so old hat

Not for us

But changing the world

Doesn’t seem like such a huge ask

For all the impossibilities

That brought us here

Have changed my world

Our worlds have changed

Hope hangs on love

That hangs on renewed purpose

Even in the dark

Stitching old wounds

Back together

Through drunken nights

And impossible dreams

Things are never impossible to those

Who have almost given up

We’ve woven this tapestry

Through drunken nights

Of pain of power of passion

Of love, of love, of love

Something so unpredictable

And dark and beautiful

And full of love

This is how we offer ourselves

To the world

Together

We write this love letter

To what beauty is left

A beauty that had been all but lost

Secret dreams built in childhood innocence

Washed away from the sand on which they had been etched by,

Childish fingers

Unbroken and alive to the voice of the horizon

Calling.

You didn’t come like a rocket from the blue or a thunderbolt

Like you might expect from something so awakening.

You came like an answer to a prayer, I’d never dared think.

Across an ocean. In the midst of our own oceanic battles

Glass souls. Once sharp and biting, Now

Weathered by the waves-

Misshapen and smooth

Silent and controlled by the elements.

A gentle love –

We were cracked and slowly

Through drunken nights –

We began to heal.

Slowly with love.

With love.

Trust slipped through the cracks,

And climbed fearlessly over the walls we had built

To survive.

Before us.

That’s what we did. Both of us.

Survive.

Treading lightly for fear

Of breaking.

Or falling.

Or worse still.

With love,

Once childish fingers,

through broken and weathered with the wind

Can feel the beauty of the sand once more.

The horizon

Daring us to –

Hope for better.

For more

This is how we offer ourselves

To the world