on the love of my life -

I can't seem to recognize what separates emotions from reflections. Or what time has to do with distance. Because a root in the ground is never uplifted without an opposite force and the only motion we are moving is towards the sun. Where she and I will always belong. Underneath the umbrella of the all-knowing power of plants and sequence of the moon. We share the same skin, the same decaying bodies. Yet while she's gliding through the tides with ease, my feet sink deeper in the clay of this city. She'll always be the only thing that makes sense, she's the edgy sort of familiarity where I'm required to balance on one foot in between one thousand miles with delicate nations on top of my shoulders. Shes the light that everyone sees gleaming from my chest. She's the goodness of god and she's peace and quiet, but recklessly untamed.