What Holds Us Together

What holds us together

is the fine line between dark and light
The dream yarn that begins yesterday
and follows through tomorrow
on the other side
where the window is blue
where our other selves are swimming
and the earth is but a urn
the great fire beyond
attacks us with lightning
we are the pigeons on the ledge
above every avenue
street lights running into dawn
the air on our breath is sacred
passing between each of our lips
we are the slinging of arrows
caught in the wind
and heaped into the fire
for the passion and the glory
for the dream of love