When

Speaking of love

It is not

The who or

The where or

The what or

Even the why

What is important

Is the when

For when is

Possibility for when

Is less thought

And more action

For when to

Love is simply

Always to love

Darkness

And as is

Usual when the

Dark seems darkest

A hand by

Way of a

Hello reaches out

Simple and innocent

Like the first

Leaf of Autumn

To fall it

Lands softly on

The hand reminding

You that you

Are not alone

It is the

Darkness that is

OneSmallSplash (the end of Mr. B)

Your impact on

Me was surprisingly

Less cataclysmic than

I thought it’d

Be when I

Witnessed you falling

Out of Heaven

All fiery spectacle

Ablaze and grandiose

Shielding and covering

Expecting a boom

You landed no

More grand than

A stone in

An already filled

Lake that I

Am making but

One small splash

Nary a ripple

IAwokeTo

I awoke to

Stillness like a

Fresh blanket of

Snow on the

Rolling pastures of

Southwestern Wisconsin not

Yet tarnished by

Foot or paw

I awoke to

Happiness like children

Realizing that today

Is Christmas full

Of wonderment awe

And glee I

Awoke to peace

Like cross country

Skiers on the

Freshly powdered trails

Of Valais as

The sun begins

To crest the

Alps bringing long

Shadows and sparkles

From my breath

LettingGo

And so at

Last I let

Go of the

Side of the

Boat tired of

Holding on deciding

That to float

Or to sink

Would be better

Than hoping to

Pull myself back

The boat was

Listless going nowhere

Before full of

Prospect aimed at

The new horizon

Now free from

Trust I bob

About in faith

That either land

Or depth will

Eventually touch me

Knowing that I

Alone chose both