The Him of Her
 
Dreams awaken beneath closed eyelids
all the things he wishes to tell her that may never be uttered,
but just as roads present destinations defined,
even as swollen waterways erode the shoulders of once reserved respite,
so too are distant horizons but invitation to the unknown revealed.
 
As airwaves bend to obstacles present,
and infinite towers of amorphous antennae rise to connect all that is,
the unsealed letters speak softly,
like winds gently folding time's memories
through shifting ebbs of timelessness.

For…
 
Learning life's reality
sometimes comes just as unexpectedly as
the rainbow of pain's repose,
offering lessons as memento,
of now,
once yesterday,
delivered tomorrow.
 
In his slumber, time asks he never cease sending
the echoed ripples of his trust,
to wait patiently as dunes beneath the beat of her heart,
knowing that one day the storms of her listening
will awaken the sound of their forever,
beckoning they reposition yesterday's compass for tomorrow's destinations.
 
Space knows only the boundaries of their thought,
and like a crimson rose unfolding,
loving thoughts are forever present within
the him of her.