The DNA of Us

I sought correlation forged
in simpatico inside a boundless
hostility unknown even to myself

This anger, tempered with regret
unleashed a season of the coldest winter
in the midst of Summer’s stare –

Callous, unafraid – still the words
pushed through though left dormant
inside recklessness, like time caste aside

From my own perdition, aghast in the steppe
of Reason, an agony away from internment –
Confounded by a reign of tears,

I fought a galaxy of despair unknown to me,
scraping the tomb of all that I had lost,
an escalating monument to redemption set against

A sky of rivers that lead to you, the floating
rhythm of your face, the sigh of your smile
the seconds of your breath –

I lead into you [now] before our time has come,
into an expanse of sunlight yet unspoken, castaway
inside your eyes where I become lost

Found but isomorphic to the same image
of you before my own eyes, purely captured
by our differences in sameness
across an untouched horizon of fire.

© K. James Ribble / 9.12.16

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s