our closeness is
no more a thing of chance
than a river,
anxious to reach the next bend.
i see it in your
smile when you rest in my arms.
and hear it in
our whispering voices
when the light of
another day quietly fades.
my arms become
the water you drift in
as your eyes
become my sky,
slowly coming in
and out of focus
as sleep arrives
to lay one dream upon another.
7/15/11
