Breathing Rapture

Oh, love is shaped like cities burning,

Soot and ash is stretched between

The sea and sky; these lonely islands

Kiss the buildings, black and silent.

Here my eyes look towards the brightest

Point of light, like some great sign.

And know the love--

I was reminded of the time I almost died.

But do remind you close your eyelids,

See the fine good colors that are left behind

Like flaming fingers tracing lines, it's kinda like that

Oh, love is shaped like cities burning,

Sifting through the ashes after.

We will find your life in laughter,

Oh, the black and breathing rapture.