it is

a wishful

thing

every time

I kiss you.


a falling star

come true.


a copper

penny

found heads

upon

the street.


to hold all

of you in

my arms,


is the sea

embracing

shore,


the roots

of a tree

Mother Earth.


a horizon line

the edge of

darkness.


but you

are my

light,


and warmth

and holiness

our first kiss

tonight.


and I

am but

the pilgrim

who seeks

you.


the lover

who can

love nothing else.


the man

who sees

no one

but you

in my

eyes.