Still Love

While I stood on my toes rising up my hands and pointing out at the north star, I hoped to change. I hoped that someday I wish to change the direction of my hand and point my finger at something that isn't so high. There is all the universe to look up to. I wish to not look at the star alone that guides me to somewhere I probably wouldn't belong. I want no star. 

My toes hurt of standing too long and stretching myself to reach the sky, to touch and to feel. My arms too hurt. My heart bleeds and my eyes tear. I feel no more of anything but pain of not having to see anything other than that north star.

The glass around me doesn't melt. The snow in this dance globe always keeps me cool. The palms that touch the glass cannot warm my soul. Now I am left alone.

Its always someone elses voice that I hear and every word praises the beauty but not a word speaks of the tears that drop. 

For the very first time in years do I hear my own voice amongst those many. I hear myself break. I hear myself shatter. I have no hope anymore. 

Just at that time do I feel myself warm inside the cold. Unable to move, I still stood there with a new hope to see that warmth that had malt me.

There after many years do I see a pair of eyes that looked into mine and watched those tears drop. 

There after many years do I hear someone speaking of my pain that I show and praise the strength of my heart for standing tall amongst much pain. Its him who knelt down his knees and dared to stay. Its him who amongst many heard me shout instead of expecting me to listen. 

Its he who found himself in me. Its he who untied himself from his own shackles to free me. Its he who knowing that cannot move stayed there holding the dance globe so delicate and chose to hear every word I say.

Its he whom I fell in love with. A feeling without having to touch anything. A feeling that I longed to feel in the place where I stayed still.