Inside you, there is a treasure chest I need to open,
full of diamonds and jewels that glisten in love’s light.
Clutching your heart like a key, unlocking the chains,
dazzled by the unfettered beauty of all that is you,
your smile the answer to all of my silent questions.

You are the reason my trees bud back to life,
why the sun rises each day with the moon lighting up the nights,
why the distance an ocean covers becomes a pond in a park.
This is why the Earth revolves in the deep unsettling dark;
so I can write you a little poem and know that you will read it.

I want you to know just how much you mean to me,
but the words haven’t been coined yet for the feelings I have,
even other languages struggle to give me the lexicon I require,
so these little words arranged in no order in particular
will have to serve the idyll of the beauty that is you.

We came roaring out of hell
in a black Cadillac with gold rims,
red leather interior and diamonds on the dash.
The speedometer didn’t work
but we didn’t need the numbers to tell us
we were just shy of the speed of light
with the universe quick on our heels.

We had four horsemen on either flank,
flames of fire for their tails
and ash bellowing from their mouths,
pyroclastic flows our road to nowhere in particular.
We were travelling where maps didn’t go,
where not even monsters lurked in the shadows,
the edge passed a long time ago.

We dreamed with composure, poise, and elegance,
the humming of the engine our soundtrack,
and the frontier of the universe right before us.
Pushing past the speed of light,
we broke through that last great boundary
and drove straight into a new universe,
where immortality controls all the clocks.

Throw up your hands and feel
the cosmic wind ripple in your fingers.
Touch the face of oblivion and laugh
in the knowledge death holds no domain here,
where we can have the lives we wanted,
Growing old and staying young,
be kind, be brave, be strong.

Two starlings in love, flying between the raindrops,
swooping down from the clouds into the mist
of the downpour but they don’t feel the rain,
too caught up in the fleeting moment of the dance,
lost forever in an eternity that never lasts long,
the expectation of the suspension of time gone
in the wreckage of tomorrow’s memories.

But today they fly and dance and sing and twirl,
with no thought of tomorrow and the loss that may come,
living in a singularity, a lifetime in a few minutes.
Rain washes away any residue of what used to be,
but how beautiful it is to watch the process unfold.