If a Meadow Were Just an Empty Horse Rink

If a Meadow Were Just an Empty Horse Rink

If a Meadow Were Just an Empty Horse Rink

How come I always know
It is you, well mostly
With how it feels when I
Read the line you gave to me
As your watched presence
Has made impressions of such
Nonsense silliness that I find
Quite enjoyable as well in my
Inward smile you make me
Remember your oddities we
Share in the stupid humor feeling
Hidden in that falling me down
I feel the warm in glimpse of view
You again long for more of and
Maybe miss the in shower reading
To close my eyes to the heat
Of fresh skin and muscle hints
Cream across my tingling form
Wishing you were there in my
Constant view of me again
As you dangle your own
Efforts of where you could be
Hanging onto the moments you
Found you again to me, ease
Finding a longer hold on empathy
You just may show up on my
Door of when I put a world
A place where I close my eyes
Because I can rest in this almost

I talk of you hinting you are
Mine when a future might move
As I find this dance alone well
In the waves of my brain paths
That just might stay with bridge
Repaired to hold another land
That sees light and margins
As boundaries think they always
Were apart of my before birth
And mostly a deal with my whole
To remember I wanted my heart
Whole as the spirit holding her
As you were tapped from behind
With your own spirit to hold you
Can you hold me all night again
Like when you searched for my
Name in wakening whispers
After night long dreams of being
One, beyond the passing of
Someone walking through me
At my grave, instead filled
With where you lay inside me
To sleep in your own memory
Of a time when you used to
Hold me through the night from
There where you wished a longer
Leap than the multiverse rise
Quantumed before your before you
Before a me and pure bare

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