Knowing

Let’s tend the small embers
Burning the night
Into darkness
Under descending cold
Bitter and biting
Incubating
Dreaming spring into being

Not too fast
We mustn’t rush
When we’ve only
Just met
Spiraling into each other
Summer washing ashore
Falling into each other

Winter is a wonder
A wandering pond
Frontier of falling fronds
Frosty yet on fire
Sweating intense
Feverish touches
Clutching at softness

Whispers at night
Shadows of shapes
Shifting sands of time
Unwinding line by line
Time and time again
Until next time
When we knew

Perhaps we knew all along
There was only one way
To be here now
To know those things
Singing the way
You do when singing
The way you do