Only Alive

We were once just thoughts, spiraling in empty heads; Wordless, sightless, scentless, toothless, emotionless. But we grew to be human, even though we didn’t know what that meant, And we still don’t. We lived in fields and daisies, bicycles and boxes, And the most frightening thing was turning the lights off. We sprouted to long, jointed beings and learned All too much to store in our empty heads. So we lost it all, only to gain again. To lose and gain, Again and again. Candlelit crimson glow against the soft of your face; Lines blurred far too close, but leaving us far too apart. Sweet, sweet skin lying pale against your body And your lips quiver beneath the warmth of the night. You lean to ignite the fire in us, and we’ll burn brighter than every star. We’ll implode deep in the soundlessness of space. Not a single person will hear But that’s exactly who we are. Soon we’ll be ashes, gliding down to grace the water lilies. We’re the beauty we could never be before, and we’re everywhere. We were never seen as souls, but now we can’t escape your line of sight, And we still won’t say a word. Silent as the man on the Moon We only needed to know we were alive.