an original poem
there is an echo
deep in the shadow crevice
inside your chest.
You do not know,
you do not comprehend.
How does the water foam up below a waterfall?
How are the mountains
both rock solid
and utterly malleable,
and how can they be both things at once?
How can our minds fathom
the fathoms of the ocean
or the fathoms of the sky?
What is greater than our answers?
Answer: to hold you in my arms.
Answer: to keep you safe.
Answer: to belong to you alone.
“I’d rather have you than all of my answers.” – Levi the Poet