Ice melting on my eye
Running like spring into warm meadows
Even the distance between us is precious
In this universe
That has no space
Today’s crossroads are the convergence
Of hundreds of years of dreams,
In this universe
That has no time
Snowflakes falling on my face
Melting like ghostly kisses
The stroke of a glance
Ocean and sky the same hazy blue
I draw the horizon in,
Just a guess, like the line
Between you and me
At the end of the day we say goodbye.
The night is warm. I look up.
There are those roses
Spilling from behind the moon again.
First published at http://www.caveat-lector.org/2302/website/poetry/dbuxton.html.
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