This Altar
i stand upon this altar, holding onto the dreams that once lead me astray
astray from the solitude of my perched and secure canopy, on which i laid upon with the gentle streams of the western winds
a solitude in which my heart was stoned by seclusion and iron and lilac amethysts
a heart that stood imperishable to the heat and vibrancy of another
a solitude indeed
but i feel cold, as i hold onto the dreams that once aligned with you, looking through the dimensions in which the universe deemed us perfect
in a universe where my perfect self could stand proudly alongside your perfect self, with all of their flaws engraved within the soles of our feet
yet now, i feel nothing but my own blood to spill within my body as i swear into the heavens upon this altar
my fate is now intertwined with yours, forevermore
upon this altar, i belong to you
upon this altar, you belong to me
now until a forevermore, and a bliss-less eternity
