open is the temple
for you to set your prayer afire
open is the night sky
for you to wish upon a star
open is your mind
to believe in such things
open is the store
for you to buy a ring of promise
open is the road
for you to drive home on
open is your schedule
for you to take the trip
open is the door
for you to walk through
open is my heart
for you to rest in from your travels
open is your soul
for me to get lost in
the bike ride is a yes
under clear Nevada skies
with your shirt matching
the hue of those views
though it will have to wait
and float around as a thought
to help with Friday afternoons
that drag the clock like an anchor
but there is also a rallying
with thinking you might be
on the plane flying past
on its way to the runway up north
that somehow you were able to see
looking through my eyes
to the corner street signs
and find your way to the plaza
a fleeting thought to ease
the weight of the wait
I melted in your
embrace this morning
while I watched
the silhouettes
of paper snowflakes
rest on the wall
from the rising sun
your arms reached
around my shoulders
as your left hand
gently caressed my cheek
your thumb traced
the outline of my
bottom lip while
your breath danced
on the back of my neck
my soul teared up
and whimpered
from the warmth of your touch
as if the snowflakes
truly were melting
in the first rays of the sun
may we meet someday
on the island at
the end of the peninsula
for great is the love
of the people there
and warm are the waters
to cleanse the soul
let me sing of Singapura
where ships have sailed
from foreign lands
only to return with
works from steadfast hands
may we someday walk
the costal views
on the island at
the end of the peninsula
and return the love
of the people there
with a most heartfelt
"terima kasih"
we jumped through the ring
that the moon made
with the sun today
we left the world to itself
and sealed ourselves
in a gold laced cocoon
fit for any infant monarch
all of our dreams are in a pool
just as with any infant monarch
the melding of yours and mine
into the ultimate potion of ours
will come to fruition at the end
of the golden age of eclipses
but for now we rest
in the ocean of our dreams
a look within
and I see you waiting
where we thought
we may be caged
by our hearts
and you told me
I need to live for myself
that I need to be the one
I wake up for
it was an echo I gave you
when I had told you
that you needed to be the one
you say no for
that neither our families nor friends
or even each other are good enough
for that purpose
and in this we found
the key to our cage
and when you look within
I will return your gaze
and we can jump together
where five meets five
I have to take another
flight of stairs
and when five meets five
mine so chooses first
while his so chose last
where five follows five
they decided to be
separated by the one
but when five joins five
I'll give you your gift
and where five joins five
you'll take my hand in yours
there was something
gentle and nourishing
to the cooling breath
in the mid February sun
the fire promised
on Imbolc night
had been delivered
and it was time to
feed the ravenous Earth
after her winter slumber
for we were all wakened
before our dreams
had been dreamt
and reveled in a slight
slip into solar swimming
with gleaming silver
resting on our sternums
