thoughts

the tears in my eyes are a testament to where i've been
the shit i've seen.
but they are a marker, those things make me weep
in light of grace.
now i hope for joy even when it is all so thick and lonely
and wait for love.
time passes and there it is before my face, my soul can know
this true love.
bound in friend, in art, in hurt, in smudge, in knowledge
it's here.
no kiss could seal the bind of our our souls or spur us past
our hope.
the fact that we know and don't just feel is enough to prove
it is real.