Mountain Peak

It isn't appropriate to keep you locked in a cage

Even if it the bars are made of calcium and bone.

Neither is it advisable to keep something like you

Inside the smooth bone cave housing thoughts

That ruminate and spark and fight like a star's heart.

You are too perfect, too pure, too pretty to live there.

And I've said nothing about the fact that you're a ghost.

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A gossamer thought moving through the ether,

Swirling and swaying through the northern lights.

This world has never quite managed to cuff you,

Chain you to the ground and bleed you dry, has it?

Maybe you're just so burdened that your stills

Looks like the effortless spin of dancing through love.

You are the swish of moonlight through clouds.

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How could I dream of capturing something like that

Without also nightmaring about burning butterfly wings?

They would burn, wouldn't they, if you spent one night

Sleeping under the fathomless skies of my thoughts.

It is me that would turn the blue butterfly to grey ash.

The pit of me stretches deeper than the mountain of you.

And I do not want to obliterate that greatness.

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