i'm not looking for pinpointed lights
in the sky or my veins like
emission spectra of petals you leave
around my aorta
with daisy chain bracelets
whilst holding my heart like a
baby hedgehog or a shard
of glass left from broke-into car
windows our getaway driver, misery,
scattered across the pavement of your
gaze i met for five exact seconds
i remember, clean as new linen,
the geometry of your living room
seventy-six centimetres from your
glasses or the symmetry of the
bridge of your nose or the sound
of your soft exhalation.

to three decimal places i
was in love with you, then.

the rain need not spell it out in
morse for me to know that. the
sun need not rise to devour sleep;
through the ten factorial seconds of
each six-week fraction of my
life,
i dream of you.

When someone shows us kindness
It always seems to be
That the good lord up above
Is watching over me
He speaks to us so often
In many different ways

He left his word to teach us
About the kind of love
That pays
When We see a sunset
You can feel him
Standing near
Or when you hear a melody
That banishes
Our fear


I see him in a garden
When it's in full bloom
His essence in the aroma
Of the beautiful perfume

I hear him in the sound
Of a new born babies cry
I see him through
The beauty of a gentle butterfly

I feel his gentle spirit
in a summer breeze
His strength I see strong standing tall
Through the vision of the trees
He touches our hearts in many ways
I've no doubt that he's there
We only have to look around
To see he's everywhere