legend promised we’d find
our true love in time
expected in the spring
but the years passed us by
so we made other promises
built separate lives
and alternate plans...
I thought maybe
the weariness I still felt
was a flaw in my being
or a hole in my character

but there you stood
smiling in the autumn mist
with an astral glow
recognized from somewhere
in my past that I
could never touch
with my hands, but felt
with ethereal senses

we tried to avoid contact
but the fates wouldn’t have it
and we fell so deeply
into the other's arms
that reality drowned and
resurrected us
as one for eternity

now the fire burns
as we are bound...
surrounded...
separated from the perfection
we found on the mountain
fearing not for ourselves
but for those who love
and depend on us

as I trudge on knowing...
your body
is my long desired canvass
your heart
my forgotten playground
and your soul
my hard sought cathedral
I can’t help but feel somehow
our story will end
happily ever after
 

Portland, Oregon ‘13