hinarising

Not sure how this works anymore

Now that your morning is my night sky

Now that your distance is a mirage of my heart.

I lie awake between the inhale and exhale of my life,

A flickering fire-pit on the edge of an ocean cliff,

A flame in a dark desert burning bright,

Feeling the meta-cognitive space between us,

A fluid river motion, an ocean current flowing slowly,

Watching a pale paper moon rising

Under a canopy of glittering stars,

And when I dream,

I dream of the morning reflected in your eyes,

A golden, soft stillness over a cup of coffee,

Fragments of light on your skin,

Filtering through leaves of an ancient Oak,

Southern moss-draped limbs of antiquity

Welcoming you home.