she knows

she speaks to me in armenian
although barely knowing the words.
a pilgrim with such strength
traveling quickly between two worlds like a galloping horse.
her breath becomes mine
as she forms beauty from nothingness.

in time i'll launch her racing toward the stars
where we came from before landing in the ocean
left to cool before leaping into the unknown territories of tomorrow;
two volcanic pieces of what remains of heaven.

as we struggle to find meaning in the simplicity of us,
who we're meant to be in the coming wild
i can see that she has already surrendered to the black
because she knows how important it is to me