The moment
I thought I
might love
you
I was
staying awake
in your arms-
watching you
falling,
fading into
Morpheus'
pull

It's so alluring
(plunging deeply
into something
with full
force
without even
ever knowing)

So that's the
moment,
the
moment
where
I thought I
might love
you,
when you were
sinking into
fantasy and
all that I
could do
was watch you
go.

I'm not sure when
I fell asleep,
but suddenly
I had fallen
into night's
embrace

Can you hear me?
can you hear me in
the blue of slumber
where I'm not even
aware
I'm
reaching out for
you

I want to know
you love me
just like I
want to know
the moment where
my mind
succumbs
to quiet and
lets my tired
body sleep

I need you so much
I almost
cannot
sleep.

Look at you.

I've finally found
something living
in the waters-
a brush against
my leg and
I know that
you're
unfolding and
I'm here

standing in the
water,
a lukewarm way of
holding
me
in the touch of
a
November.

Look at you,
darling

there's so much
beauty
in the depths
you've opened
up to me
and I'm here:

I'm not scared
of who
you are,
my world wonder,
my 8th sea.

You're my
best kept secret-
a rippling stream of
hazy blue inside
my mind, my
heart,
a glow of light
above my head
absorbing into me,
the color of the color
of "to heal"

You're my best kept
secret:

rivers change with time,
with the deepening of
banks and the falling
trees of winter-but you.
oh,
but you
You're the sediment
on which I flow,
that I keep hidden
deep within the
tributaries

                I love you,
and that's my best kept secret.  

         And I'll carry you
              for all of the
                Tide-race.

I am so
insanely in
love with you

your brown,
owl-eyes.
Your tousled,
feather hair

I am absolutely,
indescribably,
sickeningly
in love with
you,

(you
don't love me,
and that's not
news to
me.)

But I'll still love you
I'll still love you in
that place where
you're spent
hiding
in the trees

I'll love you and your parliament of owls
until the coffin's lid
shuts down
on me.