A pair
of bookends
found together 
in store 
brought home 
and treasured
separated slowly 
by stories
of adventure 
and reflection 
of chaos
and peace
farther apart 
farther still 
then slowly 
as each 
fable wanes 
loses interest 
the closer 
we became 
until at
last together 
side by
side as
begun and 
as meant

Maybe now as years 
have passed we can 
finally see us as
the people we are 
and not as the 
people who we were 
or wanted to be 
maybe time has smoothed 
all the rough edges 
and maybe even made
us both better though 
maybe it was the 
rough edges that caught 
us together and now 
smooth might we simply 
glide past like icebergs 
in the open ocean 

Just one more 
be it kiss
or even poem
and back to 
sleep I go
until either or
maybe even each
awakens me again 
begging my attention 
for each knows
exactly how I 
bend to their 
wishes like a 
willow tree to 
the winds blow

In the distance 
I see lights
glowing twinkling showing 
those beneath closer
what to see
but anything beyond 
is lost forever 
then I turn 
and look down 
seeing your eyes 
looking at me 
and I wonder 
if they are 
the same as
those far off 
for their light 
draws my gaze
lower lower still 
until you disappear 

It’s hard to describe 
what has happened actually 
it’s so many things 
one laid one against 
the next that I 
when looking back see
and now looking forward 
also see I guess 
that what has happened 
is that I got 
nothing more nothing less 
than just I got 
to where I’m going