For you...

The trees
speak to me.
The moss
speaks to me,
calling for my head to find its home.
I will lie in the dew and dream of a time
without time,
an ageless age behind
a gateless gate.
Join me here in my womb.

Join me in what creates
the intermost musings of man,
join me in what shapes you,
me,
and us.
Help me to carve out a place
in a land where the soil
sticks to my shovel instead of itself.

I dream of your hand cupping my face
in my sleep
I watch you watch me
and I know that what you see
is what I see.
I see wombs and birth,
I see pain and war,
I see death.
I see the tombs we've created for ourselves.
The money-man and the loss
of a place to call home.

With you in my head,
I cannot see the dark side
of anything.
With you in my head,
I cannot escape the rising sun
and the horizon that creeps to entangle me
in its wayward arms and digits.
I see only your arms.

I see your arms, reaching out
to me
from the land in which I was born.
Your hands are the rays of sun
warming my peaks,
my valleys,
my plains.
Your hands breathe a hope
onto a tundra long deserted.

You are my sun rising.
You are the dawn of a new age.
You are the arms that hold me
in my sleep,
sleep that brings you again to me.

Once I watched you sleep
and saw a possibility
bloom in your eyelids.
I watched the world create itself.
I watched the way you watched me.

You shine into me
and light me up from inside.
I cannot explain how I am tied to you
only that I am.
Let these bonds strengthen with age
and weather the passing of days
so that every night,
we can look over one another in a deep sleep.

Let us pass into sleep together and
cease to watch one another
watching.

Let us join paths,
looking together into the horizon,
at the sun that beams light onto our faces.
Let us look outward at the world together.

The world will look at us together,
and the world approves.

I've seen this all in your eyelids,
just before I kissed them.










ps -

Once I mouthed the words
that urge my lips to speak.
They fell from my clumsy attempt at a rescue,
onto your smooth forehead from my lips.
You did not notice the fumbling,
awkward touching of my lips to your skin.

You slept.
I watched.



Know that I only watch over the things that ask me to watch them, so keep asking.
Know that the way I feel about you...
it's nothing that's ever written poetry like this.
It's everything you put into me given back to you
and more.