Here, we are ghosts in the armature
rattling cage and tugging tight the lines.
Like puppets hung in trapeze swing,
with harness pull from wind and spool.
And we are neon birds on tangled toes
with careful steps over charged cathode.
We move from A to B, then on to Z
with plug and play perfundity.
Let’s pull away the wires,
try to find the real
you and me.
This one’s for the two of you
as you rise like stars above,
like prayered hands that clasp
the twin souled magnet night.
This one’s for the two of you,
in kissing wind and shared air,
like gulping silver fish that rush
to capture all, to be the ones.
This one’s for the two of you
who think these thoughts you share
and gaze in pools of eyes and soul,
then fall in love with wonders found.
When all your words are voiced outloud,
And every leaf is sketched and proud,
With every nod amongst the crowd
As shuffled air inside a cloud.
When you count totals of the days,
And mark the notches in your ways,
With charted limits to your gaze
As mitred pace in things you say.
When all goes back into the box,
And wheels spin against the blocks,
With silence before the aftershock,
As melting ice amongst the rocks.
How will you know?