There’s something in your face that speaks to me
of timelessness, of weightlessness and freedom
from the heavy force of gravity
and my unfamiliarity
with this place.

In your words: echoes of a long-forgotten promise,
some wish upon some star like you. So sincere,
your words upon the page, poetry,
all-is-possibility, rest-now-
cease-your-chase.

Alluring bold ideas spin from your mind into a
universe you brighten with mysterious thought,
compassionate deed. Far more captivating
the way your fingers touch my spirit,
memories trace. 

How long I’ve been alone here, wanting to belong,
thinking that it’s me, I’m the one who’s wrong
for this conundrum of a world. But I
look at you and believe again in
love and grace.