Have you noticed
That the biting
Rage of winters
Wind slapping you
Coldly in the
Face often stops
You dead in
Your tracks but
The wind behind
Resting its strong
Hand on your
Back pushes you
Forward this I
Think is how
Love shows up
Have you noticed
That the biting
Rage of winters
Wind slapping you
Coldly in the
Face often stops
You dead in
Your tracks but
The wind behind
Resting its strong
Hand on your
Back pushes you
Forward this I
Think is how
Love shows up
Why is it
That the one
Thing that you
Never asked happened
To be the
One thing the
Lynchpin holding everything
Else together snuggly
And then during
The rumble and
Rattle of us
It slipped out
On some dusty
Country road careening
You in one
Direction and me
In the other
Unable to find
That damned pin
We simply stare
At each other
Wondering how do
We ever get
Back to the
Place we were
And there it
Was my future
Piercing through the
Heavy canopies of
My past illuminating
My path with
Each step out
Of the darkness
It led me
To a glen
Brimming with possibilities
Which are you
My solemn darkness
Or my sunlight
And from afar
A whisper echoed
I’d like to
See you soon
Funny thing is
I answered is
That I’ve been
Here all along
It’s just that
You’ve been looking
In every direction
Except towards me
Asleep he is
Next to me
Dreaming about other
Things than me
Am I the
Lucky one looking
Upon him here
Or is he
Free of me