You nudged me in white rings of escape,
my fingers drifting across your hazel drops
and forming incalculable words on surface.
I spent years outside during winter's play
to hear the lines unravel with your name.
All these moments I have forgotten,
you've been the presence in curtains,
cascading down to a level
where I let my heart un-knot love.
Among dusty trails of stardust,
the tick continues, for time binds,
without breaking a revealed reverie
in the eyes of those who study love.
