From You I Return New

I found a poem I started working on a few years ago, stuck inside of the pages of a book I was reading but obviously didn't finish.  I was in a happy place and it escapes me now why I never finished the piece.  Perhaps I was too busy living and tripping on a hole in a paper heart to concentrate?  At any rate, stumbling across the first few lines scribbled in my hurried scrawl, I rewound time and completed it.  It's more a work of fiction now, except for the first two lines.  They harken back.  Feels like a whole other lifetime, looking back at someone who is nothing but a stranger to me now.  Amazing isn't it, that the people who sit so close can often become the scariest ghosts of our past.  In the interest of writing, I never mind exorcising them here.  

The poem:

From You I Return New

to understand how we were brought here by love

to be such a woman to find you in the melody of hymns

to count the scattered stars strewn across your sea

to gather the precious stones flecked along your shoreline

to decipher the guarded grammar of your body language

to travel the safe passages traced along your warm flesh

to enunciate accurately that I am bare to your essence

to articulate the profound poetry forming on my tongue

from you I return new

to the world

to the heavens

to the ground

to know why we will surpass the glow of northern lights

to be the kind of miracle you discover at the end of desire

to love

to aspire

to nurture

from you I return new

from you I rise

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PS:  I hope that each and every one of you find someone to compliment your life and you allow you to rise and feel whole.

In propinquity,

Nic