It's a
us day,

lying your
daydreams
against
the hard
back bark
of a
tilted
sycamore
tree,

watching
the child
of your
past
rise
up in
your eyes
to meet me.


so many
changes
between
then and
now.

young
and old.

so many
impressions
and curves
etched
on the
character
of our
lives

no longer
afraid to
look in
the mirror,

without
a prayer
first,

to ease
the view
of our
hearts.

and I

for now
I will
never
let anything
hurt
you,

or bring
you down.

or let
you ever
be cold,

you have
my words
to wrap
around
you

for all
of that.

may you
read me
and feel
me,

for all
the days
of your
life.

under this
sycamore
sky..

against this t

tilted tree

could
anything else
be more

beautiful than

that.

I dream
just outside
your smile.

just close
enough
for you
to know
that I
am there.

brushing
your hair
with a
touch,

moving
to reach
for your
hand with

a thought.

in a
moment
of my
own
redemption,

and stars
shine
brighter
in your
eyes,

than I
have ever
seen
before.

and what's
to think
of this
moment,

but to
live it
with all
of my
heart.

There is
a prelude
to your
smile,

and my
thoughts
some days
bask
there,

like a
jungle
cat
in shade
on a
steamy
hot jungle
afternoon.

and I
drift in
and out
of dreams,

like a
boat
arching
above
and below
the crests
of each
approaching
ocean wave.

not caring
of height
or depth
or direction
or wind,

but only
that I
am with
you for
this moment
sharing
this space
in time,

and dancing
with you
in God's
full view.

and suddenly
at midnight

my time

I imagine

you waking
far across the

Atlantic ocean,

sleep blossoms

still in your eyes,


and suddenly I

see your smile,



and suddenly

this moment

becomes
the best
dream

of all.

Let God
bless our steps
along this
snailed holed
wooden
boardwalk,

may he
give us time
to share
this day.


let the sea
come up to
spray kiss
our face.

let the wind
carry my
thoughts
all around
you free,

and lie
deep in
these day dreams
that you keep.

look far
over the
horizon line
and I am
but a whisper
from you
away.

to listen
to your prayers
and calm
your worries
you bear,

and walk
with you
close and
with great
pride on
this day.

be the love
to everyone
that you
are,

the solstice
flower
so bright
for all
to see,

the one that
seems to
grow in
impossible
places,

and I will
find you
and rejoice
at your
sight.

till time
fades this
life away...

till stars
dull and
die alone  in
their celestial
light...

I will
think of
you..

You are

the sunrise

to my

morning

every

morning,



the bringer

to light

and warmth

and the

vanquisher

of shadow

dreams.



you are

the gate

keeper

to all

that lies

inside you,



and I the

pauper

that stands

before your

gate.



one hand

open for

your generosity

of caring,



one hand

open for

you to

touch

my fate.



in these

distant

times when

we walk

on separate

paths



that still

somehow

have

brought

us here,



to this

place

this understanding,



that we

are so

much

more together



than we

could ever

be apart.

You have
become
to me

a river to
float
my spirit
away
on.

the tenderest
of places
to plant
a prodigal

poet's
seed.

where the
emotional trees
in my life
were cut
down
cold,

and left
to barren
long ago.

naughty
at the
sight
of you.

joyous
in celebration
at the

thought of your
laughters
first sound.

no longer
afraid of
changes

you bring
upon me.

let the
tangerine
sunset
lie me
down.

and rest
in the
beats
between
the beats
of your
heart.

and mine



from your

first dream

to your

last dream

tonight.

Between
my God
and river
and earth.

your breath
your
open
heart,

is the
only constant
of the universe
inside
my imagination.

questions lie
unanswered,

like so many
pawns
left
unplayed
on a stone
tablet
chessboard
in a park.

and my
thoughts
fall to
you.

and my
open
hand
reaches
for you.

and the
crimson
color of
dusk
turns
to ash,

and star
gates
hide
in the
deepest
parts
of space.

where
your dreams
lie


and my
thoughts
and dreams
lie
with you.

unashamed
only
pure
in touch.

and I
am certain.
the
sun only
rises

because

it knows
to where
you
are.