ee arrives

tonight is thick and dark
with your arrival, cold and joyous,
a fresh thing with a love of earth
like the smell of loam, just turned,
all the way down past an iron core
to the crystal heart of this thing
like golden fibre and the breath
of what’s bigger
than mind can think, or spirit hope

(i carry your heart)

an endless source
and this empty mind dreaming
a world for you and I, a you
in your dance, also called mine,
as if there was something more
than love

(always, i carry it in my heart)

by the simple act of forgetting
life is renewed and again wondrous,
roaming free through the waves,
one foot leaving a hint of what was,

the rest, quietly dissolved
in the breakers.

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