I
Like the lone horizon,
Distinct only at a distance,
The angel’s summit and
A mortal’s grass bed.
Like the sunlit edge neither
Ship nor lark can reach.
Existing only so that we
May know true beauty.
Like seeking the light
And warmth, every day.
Yet turning a blind eye from
The pain of blazing beams.
II
Like standing in heavy rain,
Happily suffering violent
Whippings, to know the awe
Of unearthly lightning.
Like the beauty of the
Discharge that unites
Two souls, only to scorch
And pierce a distant third.
Like the passion of a
Sacrifice, unrecognized,
To bring fruit to the whole
So that the third half may die.
II
Like throwing a bottle
Into the ocean, a frail
Parchment, lined with a
Love that could never be.
Unattainable, like you.
Unattainable, like a blue rose.
