May 2010

this one's for you baby

i know i should have been more receptive

when you called yesterday,

your voice choked with tears.

another year down the road

not nearly as bad as it sounds.

to wait a year

rather than to spend a month

without feeling your embrace

or a night without hearing your voice.

for these two souls

have been hinged for some time

by the angel congregations

and blessings from the Divine.

man's word is only paper and a stamp

fragile and worthless

in comparison to the cosmos.

let the time pass with ease,

for too soon will we find ourselves

holding the other's withered hand

as we stare off into the sunset

of an infinite number of tomorrows.