Those Hours
Rain, on a tin roof, measure
out the length of a movement,
lay a foundation.
Small Stream,
in the distance, carry strings
within current.
Bare Feet, feel
soft wet leaves upon concrete.
Steps, bring me
a moment, next
to You, side by side not yet
touching.
Gentle, Early Sun,
rest lightly on us. Morning:
hearing
your laugh in my head
seeing your mouth in smile
awakening in
your bed
feeling your arm under my
head your breath on
my neck your
hand within mine moving my
thumb along
your finger curled
around mine holding a brief
moment:
arms held each other.
My eyes
closed, as
I fell back
into You,
to Sleep,
to Dream.