i looked to the moon but all I could see,
all I could see was the light in your eyes and the set of your jaw
as your hands cupped the flame and you inhaled, eagerly, your lungs working, your blood pumping, the beauty of you alive next to me, and me, alive next to you.

i am all awe and happy and humbled

a shock of dark hair fell across your forehead and i didn’t notice the bricks against my back or the chill of the dark
and when i look in the mirror i can see myself again
and on nights like these i want to pull you into the fog
and run
and when i look at you now i feel something becoming

i want your kindness,
your gentle hands
the soft of your words
the passion in your movements, carrying you to the sea, toward God, across continents, and hopefully closer to me

i can see so much in you
the things i cannot see in myself, that you swear you see in me...
there’s an echo in my heart when i hear the sound of your voice
everything accelerates when i hear you whistling down the hall

it’s a movement, a feeling, a dance between patience and expectancy
my spirit called for help and you spoke to me
he told me my spirit was dying and
you found me in the mess of my life and
now

the miracle of breath and life and love
the miracle of becoming
i am young and tired and fearful
but hopeful and humbled and healing
and there is so much left in life and so much left in me and so much left in you

and i know that the future will come and carry us away
and there may come a time when our eyes no longer meet,
a time when our voices and laughter no longer overlap
but i hope you understand that for me this is true,
i have never met someone before that i am so clearly meant to love and adore
it runs through my veins and my heart and my mind
and although you will never know,
i can only hope that you remember what you have done for me
and how suddenly one day i looked at you and realized
you are the sun between the trees
and the smell of the ocean
you are kindness and wisdom and
something i never expected to find

and i know i know i know we are all working toward something,
we are all heaving through the mess of ourselves
as though since birth we are born fighting
but sometimes we have the chance to live in the beauty of the moment
every breath is a transformation
every dawn is a possibility
and for the rest of my life i will probably be alive with the thought of you