Have the thoughts of
happiness been lingering
in your conscious memories
of what we were and hopes
of what we could be?
Stalwart lover, too afraid
to cross the binds of companionship.
As if staring from a distant
clifftop across the sea into
your starry gaze. I see
the life of what we could be.
Dreams, fragmented and quarreled.
Warm summer rain that
runs through our bodies, the constellations
shining in our hearts. Love
older than the cosmos,
passion stronger than the
fire that burns our souls.
Reality is distance, truth
is separation. And so passes
the time that could have
been what we could be.