Pulse

The night-hour lingers like

your invisible breath

ocean-stars away.

My hands are too small to hold on,

and this I find relief within

as for once I do not control

confirm coincidence,

and then will I believe you are truthful

and not fabrication.

No more perfect is the sky than

oceans of you.

I find peace in sharing a place to stand with you,

and yet departure does not sadden.

For difference comes with denial,

and the secret you have become in my pulse.

I see I falter yet when I stray

you shine, reminder of home.

Still one more, one must let me believe

that I am right for once

And not illusioned.

For the human mind can beckon greed

'til a single being remains, cold.

I wish to feel a heart in time with the closing of my eyelids

a hand to push back the discord

and welcome the planet.