Thoughts at 3 AM: 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.

 

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