MOMENTS ABOVE

MOMENTS ABOVE

There, we are walking
your voice on currents
through my stumbling
echoes tickling from afar.

There, we were talking
fingers exploring each's hands
tracings of need turning
gravity on our reflections.

Stuck in those nights of longing
days over deserts traveling
an oasis moves
to seed.

Here, all dreams see
two hearts openly receiving
that which, each alone
would never believe.

Streams meandering in warm
trails from drought ridden eyes before
your light fissures
all obsidian sand.

Under many risings
of sculpted rock
soft declarations forever climb
to love's tick and tock.

And moments above
they come to be
from shores beyond
our moments

…come to me.