Not sure how this works anymore
Now that your morning is my night sky
Now that your distance is a mirage of my heart.
I lie awake between the inhale and exhale of my life,
A flickering fire-pit on the edge of an ocean cliff,
A flame in a dark desert burning bright,
Feeling the meta-cognitive space between us,
A fluid river motion, an ocean current flowing slowly,
Watching a pale paper moon rising
Under a canopy of glittering stars,
And when I dream,
I dream of the morning reflected in your eyes,
A golden, soft stillness over a cup of coffee,
Fragments of light on your skin,
Filtering through leaves of an ancient Oak,
Southern moss-draped limbs of antiquity
Welcoming you home.