When first I saw you,
In some dimly lit room,
The sun flared beyond
One fabled day, a date,
Yet to come as a child's
Ready made up dreams,
Too thrusted, open eyes,
Youth held, simples seen,
Things, pale and ordinary
Before, sought, such new
Languages of wrote night,
My eyes teared within first
Sight and those gold rains
That after fell, ever taught,
Birthing us by, baptismals
Unadultering, we in lambs
Soft threads, purely white,
Wish sun, washed worlds,
Ran singings to ourselves,
Unto new light and moon,
Graced, with simple stars,
Above, bestowing us love.

My vast heart views panoramas,
Of wide depths, open to oceans,
Sorrow has broke no thing alone,
A pink starfish legs under waters,
Arms ever sinking into wet sands.

As tides roll in, the sea birds whirl,
Exploding clouds of spray an' skirl.

My soul, washes up, for granted,
Untook leftovers of the beached,
Endlessly salt dry things all alone,
Holey shells, driftwood, seaweed
And half buried, one pink starfish.

*As tides roll in, the sea birds whirl,
Exploding clouds of spray an' skirl.

If my heart was a flower,
Would you not pluck me?
If my hair was a meadow,
Would you nae huddle me?
If my hands wanted yours,
Would you not hold mine?
If my lips were cloudburst,
Would mine quench thirst?
If my dress danced windily,
Would you nae haply join in?
If my eyes were pearl oysters,
Would you freshly shuck me?
If my skin were of the Selkies,'
Would you offer me nae seas?

We could have been great,
Oh you and I.
The carpenters of fate,
Carving lines in halcyon skies.
Scar tissue blue
Vapour clouding the eyes.
Bound
To the flight of hyperborean tides,
Mythical winds of the north.
Yet their chill is real
Wrapped in the cloth
Of pride and zeal.
Confide,
While calm in the shaded riverside.
Forever chasing rainbows
Over moors and mountainside.
No cauldrons of gold
Just archaic rocks and stones
Buried by the weight
Of fallen bones.

My eyes are yours,
Blind me with passion,
My touch is yearning,
Let me lay, explore,
My hair is spun, wrapt,
In a bundle clutching,
Like fingers that see,
My breath, breathes you,
Deep, solemn in dream,
My heart lives beaten,
Before you even play
Mine as your instrument,
What marvels could be
Us as we are, ever one,
Sure and spry, innocent,
Full of life and of verve,
Real into new actuality,
Warm in the tended fires
Of the heats of winter,
Blazed with white flame
From an old tome untold,
Now I shall sleep longly,
With only yours beside,
My toes, frightfully curled,
In truest circles round you,
My body is your treasure,
Waiting to be unlocked.