we meet again;
my dear old friend,
i would love to stroke your head,
pretend of your nonexistence –
i rest into your eyes,
amused, igniting fuse,
of me and you and then,
indeed, questions for you,
have you any for me?
we shall swallow up the night air,
seeking comfort in being invisible –
you and i bewildered,
perplexed, undone by the throes of man;
haven’t we time to fly?
i’ll dangle my toe over your ear,
warmed in the stars’ flare,
come, come my old my friend,
shall we dance again,
on the dance floor of Milky Way?
rest in the thoughts that make-believe
is as true; if not truer,
than the cold faces with no sight?
shall we, you and me?
take off to the skies!
eternally lost, perpetually found,
in shadows of here and gone,
lingering on trails of smoke …
oh, the quandaries that flail,
me here, you there,
inches from breath to breath,
i’ll tap my foot to the beat of our hearts,
my dearest, old friend –
waiting for a response …
on second thought,
let us escape here,
clothed in infinite time,
we’ll muse and ponder,
caressed in illuminating silence,
quietude of knowing,
knowing what they shall never know,
flying kites on the breeze of dragon’s breath,
shrouded from their complexities
you, my old friend have nothing to say?
i will count your scales,
the hairs on your head,
memorize your every detail,
just in case,
we are separated one day, again –
i will tuck you away in the folds of my soul
and we mustn’t say good-bye