Where did you come from
pale freckled girl with soft skin
and shining mischeveous eyes?
What funny power it is
that decided to cross our paths.
What could you find in this quiet man
and his thin bony frame? This man
whose life has been like an airport
where people come and go connect
to their next flight, but he has learned
never to be the final destination.
In time goodbyes outnumber hellos
and all good things will pass.
There is possibility in your kiss
desire in the sweat forming upon your breasts,
a special place beyond the physical world
of caresses and deep thrusts,
a place where every once in awhile
time slows, the walls of our egos drop
we are left vulnerable and exposed
and then our souls touch.
Could you have known when you said
you felt wanted and needed
it was the very same precious gift
you gave to him?
But what of tomorrow?
When the leaves are dropping from the trees
and winter reminds us how fleeting
and fragile all feelings are.
He knows this too well
and you have a life already your own.
Could you make a room in your heart
for one other? A comfortable room filled with
laughter and music and paintings and poems
and candles that burn with a passion not to go out
reminding us of one another when we must be apart.
I have seen time steal away most things,
and beautiful feelings vanish into thin air
until all that is left is the echo of goodbye.
The vagabond heart knows the risk
and can live content in the gifts of today.
But he has heard of a rare place
worth all the risk of eventual loss, a place
where all wandering can stop, a place
where our hearts and minds and souls can orbit each other like great stars burning
feeding us within one another's warm never-ending light
so strong not even the world can stop.