spatial

you

staring from the silence 

when

my cello chases the soul of love;

minutes of  time;

past ,

present,

future;

a simple notation

written upon a piece of paper;

a cello that is  lost amidst the notes of time;

a breath taken  before the moon begins to dance.

When the symphony begins,

it is

life winding through the human soul.

It is a solo upon a stage only you can see,

only i can breathe;

only i can play upon notes that cascade somehow  to your heart.

When I close my eyes,

the audience is lost in a silence that I no longer can hear.

It is you I feel with every note that becomes a breath;

dancing across time';

ethereal;

a word

where

in time,

i catch my breath,

 and

  see you standing in the quiet of a winter's night;

snow making stars around your feet;

weaving a poem that mimics your icelandic sweater.

You dream in a whirlwind that captures an extension of the wind

that is my heart.

And

in that moment when my dream catches yours in fairydust;

my soul breaks the sound barrier to find you;

an ocean wave that makes love to a moonlit wind;

time weaving  the  thread of stars when you smile;

a composition played upon my cello in the long hours when the city is quiet;

streets are empty in footsteps that mimic the ghosts of conversations

my house warm with the syllables of your voice;

windows seeing your reflection

in the streetligt that captures and protects the quiet of dreams;

a ghost from my heart.

The ocean is subdued in starlight.

And you whisper from an iceland night of light before it becomes a ballet;

poems excahnged upon a ribbon of stars;

a dance of light in the sky

letters written  in the wind.

Love

in poems that weave ribbons to you before the sun fades into the clouds;

Love;

a sphere becoming an echo in the music of the wind;

love

a dream upon awakening.