For Aegis

I thought of writing you a song

in a tired repetition

of the words I meant to sing you all along

but never did.I have some great appreciation

for lunar tides and roses

and my heart always intends to beat for you

but rarely does.Well, here are fingers

that have reached for

anything they've wanted;

how often have they broken in the door?

And here are wings that I unfolded

at the bottom of an ocean

and wondered how I never left the floor.I always gravitate toward comfort

but I'd kill for my convictions

so long as you don't ever make me move.

You always do.