Eternity goes by in the blink of an eye
When there’s nothing but darkness

Are you my exercise
of feeling breath
in my body and feeling it
rise to a storm?

Am I your exercise
of listening, only
asking a question
when I dare not go on

to throw up fragments
of facts and confusion
in fits and starts
of silences

which you undergo
without comfort, without
getting closer, that close
you are already

confident
that I dare to
breathe deeply, cry
and go on

searching
in the dark
discovering
how I can?

You are familiar,

I always see how you feel –


yet I do not know.

Shadows slide along

the tree line in the evening:


the wood gatherers.

Don't tell me you were just a dream
That the skies you showed me were not bright
As dawn could eventually be.

And in growing day don't for a moment say
That our eyes were not brightened
By the sight of each other.

That our time was not spent wisely in
These discussions spanned
By the making of flowers grow again.

We power the world
We spin the tides
With just the understanding behind our different colored eyes.

Don't tell me you were just a dream
Now that my mind is certainly open wide
Like moons over the mountains high.

The ache is a wish — would you let me stay
Just to wallow in this mirrored time
For a little bit longer by each others side?