The Heated Now

I dreamed I reached you
Found you in the cloud tops
And woke you to
The brilliant sunrise
With a kiss as eternal as the sun god above
The mystery in me
Met the recluse in you
And our lips mingled
Newly dawned
The morning air carried
Our story through the trees
Writing our lives on the leaves
To be told to the ground
As they drop in yellow and brown
And orange that is like the sunrise
That highlights the present
Casting deep shadows on what has been
And blurring out what will
Leaving us in a heated now
Writhing with the could be possibility
That comes with the rising sun


© M/Gatlianne 2009