I would
watch
you sleep
deep
in tall
cinnamon
grass,

on a
hill till
the moon
falls under
your spell

as I have.

in this
mystical
place of
no time
or reason.

just
pockets
of dreams
through
out my
day.

and today
we hugged.

and did
you notice
we were
a perfect
circumstance.

like stars
to sky,

we were
tangents
to each other's
hearts,

waves
to sea.

and for
a moment
today

everything
was

us.

In a
moment
in your
eyes
you
stole my
breath
away,

and for
that moment
I was
a kite
untethered
in your
******
wind.

and all
my trust
was in
you ,

and all
that I had
ever known
before fell
to my
feet like
rain drops
from the
sky.

and my
heart
was for
the taking,

and my
soul was
for the
asking.

and the
spaces
around
your eyes
were pearl
white
and the color
of your
tongue
was a
cherry red.

and in the
eternity
of this
moment.

I was
blind
but i
could see

only you.

clearer
than I
ever had
before.

where do
your quiet
thoughts
go?

and how
can I
meet
them
there.

and curl
around
them and
dream
through
the night.

as old
friends,

that hide
nothing
and give

everything.

and turn
to one
another
for truth
and innocence.

and lean
against
each other
with trust
and promise.

where do
your wild
thoughts
go?

and if
we could
meet

would you
sing and
dance

with me

a awhile.

because of
you,

I hold
the sunrise
a little
closer
when I
awake.

and the
sound of
your voice
runs
a little
deeper
through
my soul
when I
first hear
it.

to this
place
that I
have
wandered
to write
these
words.

and at
night under
the full
belly
of the
moon.

I will
dismantle
all the
stars in
the sky
if I
should
never see
you

again.

and feel
your grace
and holiness
upon my
face.

to you
go I

as seed
to sun.

never to
be the

same

again...

the holding
of light
as the
evening
falls,

outside
your work's
window
pane,


the journey
home to
everything
that you
are.

leaving
all of
us to
melt,

in our
footsteps
to our
lives
lived
far away.

like sun
leaving
sky

never to
see the
night

even once.

I walk
and think
of you,

and you
might as
well be

a million
miles

away.

for I
will never

find you

there.

you will

never come

home
to me.....

I close
my eyes
to see
you,

to remind
myself
that I
can see
you when
ever I
want.

to  feel
you in
everything
that I
do.

like rain
saturating
a field,

bringing
life to
everything
it touches.

and it
seems
to be
true,

it is
the simplest
of moments
that you
bring
yourself
to me.

that mean
the most.

and without
notice
on either
part.

my life
becomes
a paradise.

of you.

let fall
your canopy
eyes
over me.

and make
me beg
for soft
gestures
of touch
and exhilaration,

the turning
of one
to the
other,

the giving
of trust
and compassion
to new
things.

like pickings
of berries
in  a
bakers
flour.

waiting
to become

something

beautiful.
delicious

to your
awaiting
lips and
tongue

and mine...