Beyond

Would the touch of freedom feel like gold,

beyond these windows that shield our excited wings

from your perfect daydream?

Would we find meaning and desire

at the other side of the gate

over the bridge we are willing to burn?

Would we find the comfort of home

 in the arms of each other’s?

And are they fervent, dreams and romance?

Like good wine that endures through time

Or would we eventually drop an anchor

too heavy to carry under our wings

and find ourselves sinking under the sea

of secret codes and hidden treasures?

I said, “I don’t cross any line I can’t come back from.”

You said, “I’d never ask you to.”