Hope is a man who
calls me crazy
with laughter in
his eyes and
a shake of his head.

It’s someone who
explains his passions
with joy because
he wants to share
that part of his brain.

It’s the soul that
catches the light
and reminds me
of the sun
on a cloudy day.

It’s the person who
turns tears into
laughter with gentle
words and a smile
like summer sunshowers.

Hope is the man who
I want to plan
stories with and
parties for while
sitting hand in hand.

My head is a maze.
A city you somehow navigate.
Coloured doors and rooms full of pages.
A fountain in the middle that
catches the moments of sunlight
amongst the clouds.
Trees that shade the lanes
no other footstep has traveled.
Where did you get a map?
Did you find it or
did you create it?

If we were both light,
we would float away.
If we were both dark,
we would fall into an abyss.
Instead, we are balance.
One being light and
the other dark. This
ties us to the Earth.
Makes our relationship
dusk and dawn
with day and night
between. We
are the most beautiful times:
the purples and blues;
the pinks and oranges.
We are the watercolour sky
that poets dream of
and artists paint. We
are wonderful and sad,
honest and true. At each
tip of the scale, we
begin again.

Tumble and rush
and fall on the page.
Scratching out on paper
my inner thoughts:
the demons that chase me
and angels that sing.
They are too much.
They are not enough.

A friend asked me, “Why him?”
And I gave the only answer I could.
My friend said, “But your situations are complicated.”
“Yes, but we are simple.”

Words failed me.  
When it comes to you, they often do.

On paper, we’re not much alike.
Separate countries, separate lives.
Complicated histories.
A difference in education, faith, and pasts.
But for all of that,
We are simple.

How do I explain?
I take care of you; you take care of me.

Our understanding is intuitive.
Our knowledge of the other: easy.
Our communication: a gift.
When we talk, it flows like an ocean wave.
When we are silent, it’s the stars on a cool night.
I cannot tell you why,
But we are simple.

Neither one of us expected the other.
Each alone, but surrounded by people.

In dreams, you sit beside me
In life, we are separated by miles and oceans,
Brought together by computer screens.
I miss you daily while you sleep.
And when I wake, with the moon high in the sky,
When everything hurts,
Those are the times I want
Nothing more than to hold your hand.
Because we are simple.

My friend asked, “Are you sure?”
I am sure that you are a pole star, shining bright.

Your smile makes things all right, even when nothing is.
The sound of your voice is crystal and soft
When I shatter and fall to pieces.
Your dark eyes cannot hide your emotions.
You are my inhaler when everything collapses
And you make me laugh until I cannot breathe.
And for all that our lives are complicated
We are simple.

How can I answer?
Our brains go whir and gear and crank.

We are so different…and yet...
We are the same.
I know that we are hard to comprehend,
But I also know this:
I could watch you rant forever
The way your face lights up when you’re excited
Makes my nights better.
I am interested in things that make you shine.

For someone like me,
Who keeps everything inside, you are a novelty.

I want to tell you about life:
The good, the bad, the ugly;
The way my characters drive me mad
Or music fills my inner holes.
I want to share my truth.
All because we are simple.

So when they ask, “Why him?”
I think of your image on my screen and they see.
“Ah,” my friends say. “We see.  It is in your face.
It is because the two of you are simple.”

Dreams are made of molasses.
They capture you
and make you move slowly
through your brain's machinations.
They are the gossamer webs
of your sleeping mind.
Leading you from one shining point
to the other
and trapping you
in the centre until
the alarm rings,
the sun shines,
or the thunder rolls
you from your bed.

Far-flung dreamer of dreams, why do you wish to go to faraway lands?
To help the people who need it most.
What if we need you here?
I will come.
How will you know?
I am the Dreamer. I always know.