If I am to be what is measured and found to be
a world away from you
then my closed eyes shall traverse that distance
and carry within their dark journey
the knowledge that only individuals love.
And in my struggle with loneliness which bears
no smell but the smell of you
and the shape of you my imagination would
sculpt if its hands fell into clay
I will arrive still and silent andfully into your heart.
It does not matter if we sleep and wake
and share no daylight or stars
for all seeds planted in the furrows of darkness
grow their own mornings whichstir
on feet ready to overtake what is only memory.
