my heart and soul find themselves
playing hopscotch with head and mind,
intertwining with reason, forming coherency
out of the confluence of time and sentiment.

i trace across the years that have passed
like a movie running reel after reel
of fate and consequence, wondering how
i find myself where i find myself today.

and i look at you
and i touch you, smell you, taste you
to know that you are real.

fingers tracing road maps along your spine,
a lost traveler across topography i have
traversed seventy times seven with
seven million times yet in store.

lips brushing against infinity, wishing to kiss
the edge of eternity with you in my arms.
i wonder if we reach the edge, will we topple
over the other side together, or will we

simply land
within another space
where you and i are one
for another forever and ever, amen.

i could cross the decades and count the years.
i could drift to sleep in the warm embrace of
centuries and eons and epochs, knowing only
you and relishing the experience.

wondering if the vows of men and the promises
of those who have scarcely meant the covenants
they have entered into can be sanctified by
our blood shed in union, under one accord.

pledging to you the wide expanse of
stars and moon and the contents of my heart,
tossed into the air to land in the sky
we regard when we are together.

***

\”Such Great Heights\” by The Postal Service

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