Vacancy

I am plagued by desire for vacancy, but am held at bay by another.

A soul rooted in my own like an elder oak tree- their grasp grappled within me.

They know now my darkness- my being. These feelings have always been an abyss threatening to take me away like a current at sea.

Before, I would fall.

Allowing myself to be consumed into what I thought there was and ever could be- all.

Now, like a desperate fool, I try.

Escape far from that never-ending, expanding illusion and into the shade of that giving tree of life.

Where a smile and emerald eyes steal away pain and grant me wings for flight.

Vacancy vanishes, adrift and distance.

My desire becomes insatiable for what I know to be love.

Not flowers and chocolates given with a twenty dollar card, sealed in an envelope and dedicated for certain days of the year or when things get hard.

A love that sees the abyss and dives into it willingly. Graciously. Courageously.

Planting its seeds into the barren wasteland- growing roots that allow me to climb, spring-off, and fly.

What a rare thing it is to find such a soul in a world full of wilted things.

Now, all I wish to see are luscious trees and more people with wings.