Millennium’s Resolution

Is a line a line without two points?
Is a line a line at all?
The draw of which (I too, admit)
has frozen fore its fall

But where is my fall?
Where is my fall, if at all?

To count or be counted,
idol beyond ideal
A face in the crowd,
facing me, her idol too

Or want to be wanted,
through history’s engraving
The etch in some stone,
etching me, some idol too

This moment is just movement
It has made love between us and
it has stayed long without us
Should it be any different?
That we’re afraid still inside us

A tick with no tock keeps ticking
But if I must break this tick
You are to be taken

Here I am
Grab hold my reigns and I will run you
Through a forest of your darkest fears
Harder and harder I will run you
And you will hold my reigns
tighter and tighter until blood
lets go your beg

But your blood and your beg
will fall behind us
And I will run you harder and harder
Until the forest ends – where I will stop
Here your blood will mix with my sweat
as we breathe together

And we will lie down together
And fall into a great sleep
For a thousand years we will sleep
And when we awake
Together we will look out upon a desert
of your endless desires

Climb upon my back and you can
ride me through this desert
Or take my reigns and you can walk me

Or just leave me there, and walk alone

There is a universe within
a single line frozen

That falls in all