I’m nervous.
I suppose that’s to be expected.
You said to be continued -
I’m sure you’re nervous too.

You look pretty in the moonlight
Standing there, eyes bright:
Uptight.
I barely even know you.
There’s time for all that.

Deep and rich
Are the rolling waves, pulsing tide,
Like the waters of an exotic land
I hope to find with you.

It seems we are travelling there now,
Without moving an inch.
I’m closer to you now,
Beginning to understand that

Before I met you, I wasn’t looking;
Now I’ve found the best treasure,
And I will treasure it,
Cleaning it when it gets tarnished.

As I approach the broken path,
The rolling hills,
Deep dusty baths
Of valleys waning
Far into the distance,
Beyond the smoky sky’s reaching;

I notice black broken rocks askew.
The breathless air,
Late mourning dew
Disrupted.

The land sits at unease,
Holding its bated breath
For something that would never happen.

I stand
Dazed; mind deterring
My hitherto partner.

I think to how I have passed this way before,
How it was different
How it was my first time
How the land was fresh and full of life
How time has degraded it.

Now it had passed,
Yet scars were left;
Not only to the land…

Struggling, I now remember
In blinding clarity
That I had passed this way before,
Alas, not alone.

We often forget,
Despite our best intentions,
What goes on behind closed doors.
Lacking in appreciation for those who deal with it
Everyday.
That it is only occasionally that
We, the observers,
Must open those doors, but a crack,
And take a stolen glance at what we
Would rather believe is impossibly unnatural.

So here I am to thank you
For being the exact person that I
Needed you to be.
Perfectly timed and orchestrated,
As if it were meant to happen;
That you should come along
Not simply to be another observer. Instead,
A fateful gatekeeper
Whom, by chance, held the key
To the closed doors of my heart.

All at once
It comes so naturally.
Finally, into fruition
A beautiful blossom
Bursting with life.
Springs.
Organically nurtured; cared for with
A profound love,
Unbeknownst.

I’m soaring high,
Floating.
Far up and free; that feeling we all know so well,
The one I have never felt before:
I feel it now
As I’m lifted away
On my magic balloon.

Delirious, in awe
I lose sense of time,
As that feeling we all know so well
Raptures me, binds me
And I’m lifted away
On my magic balloon.

Up here I’m suffocating.
All my doubts and denials fade away,
Strangled out of me
When I look into your eyes,
Seeing the true meaning of my life.

But all good things must end,
And every dream fades with time;
Truth runs its course
And that feeling we all know so well; bursts
And I hurtle back down,
Back down to solid earth
Where I cannot even remember being lifted away,
On my magic balloon,
And how I felt it would last forever.

I often think
About what we aren’t meant to see;
What we aren’t meant to be.

Like stars are the glitter of the sky,
Sprinkled on the horizon
You bring fresh clarity, highlighting
Life’s meaning; a spattering of glitter on each day
In a dismal world.
A touch of magic, exceptionally pure.
I feel it deep down, awakening
From a slumber so restful
I knew not of its existence,
And without expectation or meaning
It will bloom.
So, with true love,
We’ll feel it together;
On mutual ground,
A safe place where anything can be said
But only three words will.