Into this place...

I walked into this place,
Head bowed and eyeglance, askew,
Mimicked into some false safety,
Full up with sage advice,
A distinct, yet false hold on you.
I came time-well into this abode,
No real shelter from certain elements,
A man with no country,
No face and no home.
I turned into your shoulder,
Hearty and firm,
Like a certain mountain place,
Sure and proud
And whole and stern
And rocky
And wide.
Like your smile,
Your touch,
Your hold on me,
Unrelenting and obscure.
I came into this place,
Full up with holiness for your eyes,
and bowed at this altar of you,
sprinkling around,
pieces...
of me. my soul.
I came into this place,
Begging you to let me be
the calm you might seek,
the riches you need,
the wholeness for your part.
I came into this place,
And, you turned to me,
cold and black and bleek,
and my heart did bleed.
You would not move,
You would not turn,
To my hand,
Or lean into my touch,
And, I cried out,
and buried myself at your feet.
and, something in me.
in you,
died.
like fowl flown into desert lands,
no water, stifled air,
no soft place to land.
I walked away from this place.
With only my heart in my hand,
Tasting the remnants of you,
Remembering your insistent blue.
I moved toward a new place,
With mortar and tools,
In hand,
An unfelt and untrusted land.
I came here to rebuild me,
Outside the shadow of you,
Revelling in my own,
blue.