again, sorry for uploading a bit early, but as said i’m leaving for france in a bit so i hope it’s ok !
castiel + dean from supernatural
“Up is relative,”
Whispered the needle to the compass point
Like an idle gossip.
“It’s a lie we tell ourselves
To get through someone else’s journey. It’s not real.”
“But,” added the compass point, “it is useful.”
Direction is meaningless,
Sighed the west wind to the east,
Like a petulant child.
What need have we for maps, or coordinates?
Currents alone will carry us where we’re needed.
But, replied the east wind, what about what we seek?
I INVENTED MAPS
Proclaimed one father to another,
Like he even knew.
I PATTERNED THE CHART IN MY OWN IMAGE
WHICH I SAW REFLECTED IN THE STARS.
IT MUST OBEY MY COMMAND.
BUT, countered the Father, FREE WILL INVENTS ITSELF.
(Or so they say,
You offer with a wink.)
Perspective is a telescope viewed the wrong way around,
And I never cared much for the abstract.
So how about this instead—
You reach up,
And I’ll reach up,
And then our hands will brush,
Yearning toward our common center of gravity
As we fall toward one another