That first night we met,
that hope-filled moment
our uncertain souls reached out
for the rare comfort found
in a shared understanding
Our thoughts were like blimps and seagulls
flowing in sync, meeting half way
as our views and emotions allowed
seeds of trust to sprout
as each of us shared pictures
of who we really were.
I remember discussing the delicate beauties
inherent in all things small and overlooked
by absorbed minds,
we agreed that Seattle had great coffee
and that love seems to be a strange metaphor
obeying no rules.
I remember looking into your eyes,
seeing a story of life and passion bearing no masks.
For one moment, everything was clear,
Somehow brightness spoke up from inside
like never before,
my doubts about letting you in,
I relaxed into the soft loudness of reality,
realizing that September is a spent riddle
where my pouting hydras cannot touch me.
Breathing the truths I could not see before
made me need you,
I was no longer alone on the planet.
Gentleness radiated your lips
as I nodded in time
to the symphony of assurance,
the magnetism growing
between your healing splendor
and the tethers of my heart.
You were worth your weight in rainbows.
For one moment I understood
that it was OK to grant myself perfection.
I want to offer thanks for the time
you sorted out the tendrils of chaos
I used to be when my heart was a sparrow
roaming Golgotha in thirst.
Your presence now, my anchor
as my love sets the gears to guide.
Fate is a broken clock,
only wound by surrendering the burdens of doubt
we hold ourselves back with.
Allow me to be the remover of fleece
and reach into you unhindered,
as you have into me.
Thank you for showing me that a big part of living
is letting go.