CPoetry

now it is time i cast you  to sea. past be the past that pass away from me; yonder is your call that befalls deaf retrieve; i am no longer to you nor are you a vessel to keep. ::: you capsized my boat, once again, and told me to swim. you reason  love is not a singular ocean to fare but a continuum of waves for which one decides to swim with, or against. ::: when we meet a friend with acceptance, a curtain drops from the brow of the mind, past the theater of the heart, to reveal the gemstone of the soul. ::: be aware, they call it the "House of Cards"; thousands of meek, thinly cards support the base, and with each consecutive level, the cards become thicker, sturdier, heavier. for atop the roof, are the heaviest and thickest cards of them all. be aware, this House of Cards was built on the assumption of there being a strength in numbers; it was not assumed there could be a bravery to fold. ::: not a space for you and i, this is a space for we. ::: i see before me a tempered