They told us 

this half was for the slow dying 

of all we were, of all we loved, 

of all we hoped this life could be. 

 

And for some, what they told us 

is truth today staring 

from the mirror that is cracking 

from the pain of realizing 

all that was everything 

is withered and dead.

 

But for me and my loves 

we are finding 

the first half was the witnessing 

of the decay 

of civilizations, 

of the old fearsome ways

that say hunt or be hunted 

before you are slayed.

 

The first half was the building 

of the temple of beliefs 

that have decayed in the forests 

born within the tyrannical brains

of cultures that ruled like kings 

over states

of exhausted and loveless slaves. 

 

The second half came 

like an unknown treasure

waiting beneath the graves 

of all we lost, of all the ones 

unworthy of the trust we gave.

 

Letting go of the illusions 

we worshipped like gods, 

we scoop up these treasures 

like they’re the mounds 

of magnificent soil 

we will plant 

our futures in—-they are 

the luminous seeds

of tomorrows we never knew 

were waiting for us. 

 

They are the long-lost, 

long-awaited, the immeasurably

precious ones

who have been fighting 

their own wars

along their way to the shore 

where they have been standing 

ever since word came

our ship was coming, 

 

after surviving the battles

everyone said would destroy us. 

 

The battles scars are there

but the buoyancy of this structure 

is indestructible spirit 

that rises above 

the ravages of every wave

 

to the place 

where only 

Love can reign