It is

only

when

it is

lost

do

we

see

its

reason

for

being

Daybreak

birdsong

Debussy

lighting

horizon

we

awaken

to

one

another

sleepy

eyes

fresh

smiles

stretching

for the

other

turning

like

lounging

lions

we

play

you

there

me

there

us

here

In my

garage a

mockingbird

hunted a

moth

I

wonder

if the

moth knew

it was

giving up

his

life for

another

like I’ve

wondered

if you

knew

we

have

also

Right

before

day

night

turns

a blue

color

wheel

midnight

navy

azure

indigo

henna

baby

bronze

tongues

kiss

ridges

as

Saul

yawns

As if

in a

gallery

I sauntered

into a

room

and saw

you

there

speechless

I admired

you from

afar

and

God’s

own

brushstrokes

of

your

skin