In the Beginning/The End

You are my church
I, the beast in the tall grass - watching, lost, searching
Perhaps I am a hunter-cat, or a hound
Perhaps your stars light up and shine like Heaven's offices

Night breaks, it explodes and crumples into something you can throw away
For all of the dark pasts and unkind words/deeds
We are here
I want to look into your eyes, deep and of destiny
I want to whisper "Finally", with no words

Down the road, I traveled
My feet, bare and worn to agony kept moving
Was it will or want, I cannot say
My mind, feral
My tongue hanging from my mouth
A song of exhaustion sung from deep in my empty belly

How, then, it pleased me to find familiar streets and nooks
They were hazy, but my mind and heart knew them
"I haven't been here in forever, or ever" I convinced myself
and it was true
My DNA dreamed of it, before eyes formed or hair grew
My heart longed for it, before fingers or claws or fangs came to be

I end where I am meant to
A stream of code that begins with the beginning
is corrupted and askew throughout the labor lines and intimate functions
but, as it was meant to be, ended in your arms and under your canopy of hair

Much as a child weeps for its lost pet
Perhaps a hound, or a cat
It finds its way back to them
The magnetics in its head scanning the starscape; Heaven's offices
It walks down unknown/known ways, looks up to the light's ceiling, heavy with air
It calls out a gutteral sound
and doors, hearts, eyes all open
It is called-to and comes
It smiles through hurt that is no longer hurt
looks to its Master and sings to her
"I am Your beast"