happenings

i guess this is how it happens:
you meet, you grow,
into each other with
deepening roots. you
sing and cut through silence.
your blood flows in the wine.

we are always made for each other.
allofus. two hands knead one bread. we
speak in turn laughing together.
common fire and endless
oceans, skies in your
eyes. my lips,
whispers.

it happens. it goes unnoticed
until your heart wants to know.
the meaning of this vacancy,
the limits of nights.
sunless dawns. wanting to know
when you will return,
flying. it is as if you never were
yet suddenly were my every life, my
sole purpose.

and so things seem normal in this way.
you pass through your curtain
of tears, looking for the hammer
and saw of your redemption.
and i grow toward your light, you grow within
me. we go on with the day,
outlasting sun and moon, digging roots,
whistling over the sand,
sinking in dreams.