clarity, for L.M.

clarity is like this: you
awake with the diffuse moon
light scattering your dream
across boundaries suspended by
skin soft touches you merge
into sensation.
    you learned this
    from the sea. on sand
and on salt you stand
           between
    two               worlds:
one that feeds on you, one
that nurtures you.
   
    the horror and the hope.

tolerance is the measure
of your mettle, how much
life you respond with
after winter
has its way with you.
    it is how much heartbreak
    you can tolerate
    before you are truly broken.

because of this
you befriend fire, shape
and bend the forge
with the force of your will.
    will you tame your wild
    steed, shod it
    with the horseshoes you
    shape
to protect your feet
from the hard and abrasive
road of your unpaved life?

clarity is like that: moon
paints a mournful longing
of the sun, sculpts your skin
wrapped in your sleep; dreaming,
you merge sensation
from a senseless world,   
    where everything is beautiful
   
    despite the suffering you tolerate.