What is out there?


Sometimes I look at the sky and I think…I want to touch that. Like reins in my hand. I want to ride it—feel its hot breath when we move. …But the sky can’t be tamed. It is a rose of too many thorns, a vessel on too violent waves… All a man can is admire. …But I can live with that. I can look upon beauty and just be moved. For it moves me—unridden, it moves me—near or far just the same. Her gravity alone pulls hearts and eyes. Sometimes I look at the sky and think, what better woman can be found…than one whose wrath’s where Heaven meets ground.