I wish for you
in an untitled moment
to break this curse
of unspoken enslavement.
I am faulted for much
but willing to seek atonement.
I would count every speck of sand
every bit of stardust to be with you.
But without a doubt,
because without trust there is no hope,
I have never in my life felt
more alone than I do now,
for I know what I need needs me not.
And if there is need, then it is unspoken.
Let me break down the temple walls
to let light so shine in.
I wish for you in an untitled moment
to hold my hand through
this flimsy veil of humanity.
I am faulted for much even in this
~Kevin Max Smith, At The Foot Of Heaven