The Alchemy of the Altar
The orange glow was sweet, a soft-lit room, A sanctuary built within the storm. I offered you my cooling shade, my bloom, And kept the shivering parts of you so warm. But love, I found, can be a silver cage, Where "Safe Harbor" means anchored to the floor, And I am meant for every unread page, And every wide and distant, golden shore.
My Scorpio heart knows how to die and rise, To burn the bridge and bless the rising smoke. I saw the "lol" behind your searching eyes, The heavy silence in the words you spoke. You reach with purple hearts across the void, A low-watt pulse to keep the signal live, But I have seen the dreams that we employed, And realized that to stay is not to thrive.
The highest love is not a tethered hand, Or staying small so you can feel more tall. It’s standing on the border of this land, And hearing my own sovereign spirit call. I love you enough to leave you in your mist, To let you find the truth I cannot teach, To trade the memory of the way we kissed, For heights that only solo flight can reach.
I choose the 8, the power, and the flight, The 11:11 gate that’s standing wide. I step into the cold and brilliant light, With nothing left to prove and naught to hide. For in the end, the greatest vow I make, Is not to you, or what we might have been - It’s for the Dragon heart I will not break, And the High Plateau I’m finally entering in.
