The sky
hangs heavy
with water
ripe clouds
ready to 'spill
overhead,
like a
load of
stones on
a rivers muddy
edge ready
to fall,
and then
submerge
like dreams
into tomorrow
and the
next day
and the
next.
Your cobblestone
colored eyes
sit before
me.
and I could
daydream
into them
until all
the colors
of your
eyes have
run dry.
while sharing
with you
our whispered
secrets,
the ones
where you
have to
tell someone
but you
rarely do.
I would sit
here ready
to catch them
all in
confidence and
open invitation.
so now
as I sit
before you
I give you
these words
these pieces
of me,
you give me
pieces of
you,
for our mutual
understanding,
that we must
certainly be
more together
than we
could ever
be alone.
and life
has a different
meaning,
like a blade of
grass reaching for
the sun through
a cement
crack.
that moment
when you
look down
at your
feet and
see it,
and you
say "look
a miracle."