I was there in the ages, when the skies
showed stars close enough to pick like apples
off glittering trees. I loved you then.

It grows fierce with every passing era,
when we win this game of hide and seek,
and relish in the lifetimes, the same eyes
of every color, that always look back at us.

And I will love you still, when I am lost
without words, and someone else. A painting with
no voice. An artist with just fingers to tell my story.
We are timeless and hopelessly dancing in these spheres;
a million years of love; a thousand centuries of knowing.

I was born to know this. I will die in love, and having you in
different faces; different mouths to learn and kiss,
until we are sapphires in the twinkle of God's eye.

08/08/2007

Author's Note: I wrote this for my now-husband, when we were six thousand miles apart. July, 2005

Posted on 08/08/2007
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