like the blood that rose and fell

Like the blood that rose and fell
From pressure of the most unkind
Upward thrust
That left you with a headache just
As the first frost flakes began their dance,
You knew me well enough to tell
Me that the present paths entwined
In such a way that random chance
Seemed the logical conclusion
A tide which cannot be stemmed
A fire that cannot be starved
Sometimes you are there
On the verge of existence
And I with my bad time-eyesight
Watch you spill across
All the possibilities.
You are sometimes all things,
Sometimes minimal the differences
Sometimes spread so wide and far
That you can scarcely even BE.
And I the foolish child
Wish to cover all the distances,
To greet you for the first time,
Time and time again,
Until such time as I am sure
That I have patched the yawning maw
Of the cavernous excision
That was always shaped like you,
And I will glow,
Or will implode,
Radiating, or collapsing,
Like the center of a star.
I feel I am
Like a heart trapped inside
A too small vessel,
And confronted by you,
A being of elegance condensed,
Resolved into a shape too real,
Too unforgiving in its truth,
Yet necessary
for everything we cherish to exist,
So, like the sun –
And like the sun
That bleached the bones of mountains,
I wish I could engrave my name
Into your mind.
