This is what happens on days when my thoughts spill, then wander. O hope it finds you well.
I'm reaching out to old loves
And new tenderness on my chest.
I am warming my hands
In this coal of old words
Dressed with new feeling.
I'm touching every soft spot
And moulding my thoughts
Into your palm to draw you close.
You have wandered
Within my thoughts,
Like an errant firefly,
You have flickered your little light
Within my soul.
I wonder if the sun shines
Near you tells of me,
The grey in my hair, the bald in my scalp?
I wonder if it shows you
Where I tore my knee
When I played in his warmth?
Does it tell you of my shadow,
How it melds into the dark
When I lie in my silence
Wanting you, needing you?
If it tells you anything at all
I hope it is that when it seeks
The ends of earth to set,
It hears your name in my lips:
A prayer, a wish amen
