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,
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,
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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