There is so much to tell you
before I wake and with the ongoing
countdown of patient fingers, one
by thirteen days left in our time apart

the heart allows a small smile

for how time has sped along and led us to
where we need to dream, where we
need to be

and you stitch up my world
like a soft winter scarf, warm
and woolen, beautiful and
all your own

Hello
       what is your sign?
  
oh, you're neutral.

        then what
               may I ask
          do you bring to this equation?

I'm beginning to get shabby,
       delving into so many disciplines
  
    unkempt, really
              but composure is  
         unnecessary at best when
       you're like I am and know
    why you get up each morning

It's no surprise you
can read my eyes

                         perhaps it's like a mirror
                         seeing so much of yourself

Echoes of dreams of the thinking that
lifted soft fingers from opening scenes

Laughter is the sound of a flame
deep crimson take-out in
neat little white boxes

And fire is the flash of teeth at
the end of a sentence, speaking
with certainty as all language
fails again

I saw you in the clouds today
A wispy summer hide-away
Tonight I've nothing else to say
I saw you in the clouds today

This afternoon I felt your hand
It made me tremble where I stand
Dreaming daylight, waking man
This afternoon I felt your hand

(In early hours I miss you most)
Out from the distance, growing close
I miss your heat, I miss your nose
(In early hours I miss you most)

One day soon we will be there
Together in the crackling air
And maybe all we'll do is stare, but
One day soon we will be there