Retrograde

Let’s say I was to believe that we are somehow connected,
that my heart is as swollen as the moon,
with a love so full it hurts;
that it knows of unbearable Beauty, 
protects it from above, 
with a night that glimmers golden,
smooth, 
like a newly paved highway. 
Let’s say I was to believe that we are somehow connected, 
that at its heaviest, inflated with light, 
a beam of passion and compassion, 
it can bear the most pain, inflicting it in return,
silently suffering, watching a world that comes and goes 
like an ocean tide,
and yet can do nothing but shine among a field of blanketed darkness, 
impenetrable,
and thick as oil, 
again and again, even when we expect her to fail,
that it is possible to be desired, 
even adored,
and still feel 
oppressively lonely.

-LBCH