My old
bones call
to you,
one last
offering,
they reach out
to you
like a
stream just
before a
frozen winter's
night.
and I
want to
cherish every
moment of
you,
and your poet
words and
thoughts.
until time
freezes me
over,
and this
one moment
of you is
lost.
you are
gentle and kind,
loving and deep
of thought,
be willing to
reach out
to me and
take a
leap of
faith with
your eyes
wide open.
so our
words will
tangle there
and our voices
will laugh,
and at times
we will
look to others
like drunken idiots
dancing in
the park,
and we are.
and we
have found
this moment
in time
and we will
waste none
of it.
as I move in
your seas
and you
in mine.
to places
where no
one else could
fathom.
or ever
dared to
try.