Monday, April 23, 2012


3, or 4, maybe 5
I don't remember how many years went by
here we are, just you and I
maybe 23, 24 or 25 tomorrow
I don't remember
but that's no trouble
because these days are just meant
for the two of us
lost in the folds of love
cast out on the wind
dreaming dreams together
thought loops
gentle nudges

this birthday cake
seems bland
when you can not be there
to ice it with elegant words
light the sparklers within my heart
another year
yet time seems
without even tempo
a confusing construct
to which we can't belong

dance this dance with me
into the forgetfulness
of how old I was yesterday
how old I'll be tomorrow