light of head and short of breath
no hesitation in ascending
or trepidation of a descending death.
For I had long since been fallen
yet was swiftly and softly caught
by arms of deep sincerity
now held in heart and thought.
These hazy elusive expectations
a reverie too good to be true
silhouetted on the horizon
just a mirage, or maybe you.
Breathing deep in heavy sighs
the oxygen reawakens my brain
to find myself mirrored in your eyes
and that’s where I’ll always remain.