
the rising sun
reminds me,
of the
collective setting,
as we
cast our nets
lest we
forget,
the love
we never met…
reflecting upon
the dream,
I’m reminded
of you,
as roots belong to trees,
you, and me,
are one behind the breeze
of a love
filled
with such fervor,
it’s hard to
remember
the temperature
in the room
the day we met
between
the covers, spent
blanketed
in a love
so thick,
it fills the room
with a life of its own
and,
we swoon
recognizing
the futility
of trying
to capture
its essence
in purity
instead,
we simply
agree
to
just be
with
each other,
like we’ll
never have
another night
to spend together,
forever loving…