As Far

I loved you as far along the road as I could

Fairy tales expound on the absolute of love

Forever into time as if the junctures of circumstance

Bear little weight to the totality of one’s commitment

To see the other as the counterweight to the perdition of individuality

For in this manner the identity of either party has not been rendered

As sacrifice as a bifurcated whole, but as an autonomous vessel of volition choosing

This is the beauty of love’s fruition stationed on a cascading wave of time

Progressing and regressing in the appearance of a cyclical tide

Which despite the similarity of the ocean’s surface in respective iterations

In the mirage of moon and sun we have a fresh manifestation

Cresting over starfish, flounders, crabs, and oyster beds

The talents and accidents on the reef are beyond calculation

So in this love is neither mirage of defunct, but gone as far as this free will allows

I saw the interchange of god in peace to you is distance to me

I saw our children drowning in these bubbles and cried with you

I see the exodus of fallout of what a man once spoke to you and a woman to me

We were not each other’s miracle as if such celestial reverie exists,

But to this the journey is not futile, feckless, or insignificant but eternal in the right

Of human frailty to see the whispers break to concertos hinting at a unfinished symphony

So that is what you are to me, a system of notes playing in tone and melody inside my recollection

Knowing I have not the volition to hear this beauty until my finality as we are made in discord

To a degree not in acrimony, but in honesty that there are nutrients in these grounds

Which we each require, which cannot be supplied by the internal composition of the other

I give this truth to myself and mirror such speech to you out of my love

Extended as far as this realm will allow knowing if other sheets of time exist

Maybe we spent a lifetime together if I was not so scalded prior to our introduction

In the peace of my prior foundation pre-crumble

I hear your doubts, adventures, and wants hoping for your felicity

Knowing the day you find a man to share this with you in Christ

I will shed a tear jealous to a non-insignificant measure

Happy for the two of you; knowing such a stead cannot be transposed