For if I am broken

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Unfolding

Climbing up the wooden steps, higher and higher to the city skylights
Pulsing with the city breath and tufts of clouded smoke
That snake the stars in full abandon over some five million searching souls
—don’t say they’ve lost their way—
who all know, somewhere
(deep down)
that the search—the bittersweet goodbyes and wistful sidelong glances—
are all part of the ride.

And for if I am broken, then let me break all the more,
let the walls and windows fall away
for I know now the warmth of the hearth I used to shield my heart
was the same light of the sun:

Please, let me dissolve more beautifully in your arms
so I may always remember your name,
the whisper of the trees
the tickle of the green leaves,
the rolling meandering journey of the stream.

For if I am broken
then let me shine more brightly with the world,
let the life that grows through bright blooms lend their breath
and nectar to my bones,
my one and only, my beloved little me.

For if I am broken then let me break in wholes,
would you hold me in your arms and fill me once again
with the remembrance of your life?
My sweet forever dream, this clouded meeting of laughter—
would you join me in this play?

For if I am BROKEN I am FREE,
from this space of utter surrender to this kaleidoscopic explosion of ME—
for if I am broken, 
I am, Love, truly, 
me.

Paint the skies with my lips,
the clouds with my fingertips,
and hold my heart within your hands as you make 
the masterpiece of we.