How brief
our encounter,
yet the experience
I hold in
high esteem.

Time dies,
life goes on.

Our hearts burn
in eternal flame.

We dance
in the dark.

Dancing,
secretly dancing.

Remembered,
remembering.

                                                                                         Jon York   2021

You are because I am,
I am because you are.
We are lost in a dream,
this is the place we meet.

As  long  as  we  can
see  the  same  sky,
breathe the same air,
step on the same planet,
you and I are not impossible.

Your body is away from me,
but there is a window open
from my heart to yours,
and whenever I close my eyes,
forever I will see yours.
                                                                                   Jon York   2021

You were you
and I was  I,
we were two,
before our time.

I was yours,
before I knew,
and you have always
been mine too.

I love you. I am
always with you.
Be open to the light
and sound you sense.
Listen to your heart,
for that is where I am.

People who are meant
to be together will always
find their way back to each
other.
                                                                ­                        Jon York   2021
They might take detours in
life, but they're never lost.

You  sway  left,
I flicker  right,
mirror images of
a divine eternal
flame.

Somehow,
each lengthening
night  mirrors the  
boldness of your
captivating spirit.

That  prison  of  
impossibility glittered
with flecks of crossed
stars.

Centered and still
we will become one,
finally bridging the
divide of the
confounding illusions
of space and time.
                                                           ­                                 Jon York    2021

The  wind  here  in  
Kansas feels calm and
soothing, but  it whispers  
how foolish I am to think
that my selfish thoughts  
of  "just  one  more  kiss"
would satisfy the aching
in my heart.

There's a hole in my
chest when you're not
with me and I hear your
restless mind echoing in
my fitful dreams.

I feel you in my bones
and my body screams that
it needs to hold you.

I curse the day I ever made
a single tear  fall  from  those
baby  blues.
                                                                                            Jon York   2021