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.