Let it prosper

I feel it inside me, this ocean
rumbling, crashing against a shore
of words, washed out along with
forgotten feelings, subdued truths, desires the heart
has yet to know,
and it pounds, with the energy
of hidden passions, buried deep within the crevices
of the soul, overwhelmed
by its own gravity, but
alive and fiery
as they have always been.

I see it inside me, this glow –
soft, uneven, speckled –
its shards, they dislodge
into a magnificent show of stars
against the dark of dusk, in patterns
too complicated to fathom
into the most familiar constellation.

I hear it inside me, this city –
the drone of an old refrigerator,
the 2am gunshots and false alarms,
the crushing of Coke cans, the intoxicated laughter –
an imperfect construction, the chemistry of
a hundred different perceptions
reacting to form
a whole that matters.

In your solitude, feel the oceans roar, and
the waves, unfurl.
In the night's romance, be humbled by the majesty
of the stars, these glowing cosmic bodies
of light.
In the quiet of an empty apartment, hear
how the concrete jungle stumbles into life
in its beautifully broken fashion.
And you will speak my language, sense my hopes
to build an impenetrable castle, a refuge to fall back on,
a universe to call our own.