we ****** in the dawn-
each breath beating our hearts

and our hearts knew of life

while our minds counted stars.

I didn't even ask
To be your sun
Or your moon.

All I wanted
was to be
Your Sunday afternoons.

How many empty calendars spaces
I wasted,
Waiting for you.

my heart is tired of travel
departure brings sorrow

i am tired of the goodbyes
and too many hello's

used to believe
you could never see enough faces

but you begin to see faces
in the people you meet

all faces i swore
i miss or never wanted to see again

hands fell from what
they could never hold,
settled in seawater.
were written away
by changing currents.
indelible marks left
traceless, bony digits
passed through clarity.
an instant ten-count
wash of blood, Jesus
Christ where'd they go?
they raised themselves
in answer, and worked
across a face that awakened.