What it is to be alone
     in the silence lit up by christmas rainbows
     with thoughts like wildfires
     scorching a mind set on sleep

            What it is to walk without purpose
                  along blackened avenues where
                  crisp leaves move out underneath
                  this carefully-balanced falling

And to think of the future
    a wish on the moon

I would ask you for clarity
  a wafer-thin string of words to
    melt on my tongue and
       sing me to sleep
                                        because clocks keep us apart
                                          and the closeness drives me insane

but I won't.

                        I'll keep safe harbor like a lighthouse
                            and wait for your ship to come home

I'll make it real
         someday

No one else loves purely for love

Your hand reaches down
like a thousand raindrops to
outline my tired skin

Not so much vulnerability as
          wide-open hearts because
     ten years from now we'll look back at
                   where we are and note the
                                 change in what's around
                                                with a smile, if I have
                                                            ­     anything at all to
                                                                ­                 say about life

that's right.
                             We.

Heavy breath, light
spirits
        as if my mind has at last
recognized the implications of not
   moving
           and decided to love and
                        love again.