It’s the hidden embers of your light I love

the tremors and warm ruthlessness others do not see for fear of losing you

Hidden is almost certainly the wrong word

for those embers of your fire are the brightest part of you

continual and abundant and doused in such grace I watched the sky pour light

fused in their spark

As I vanish into your eyes once more

beside the ocean I sing to be my saviour on this bright day of sun

I ask myself

How is it

in all of eternity

I have followed my heart here?

Above, Upon, Guatemala // 14”02”18


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