by CJ Rakay
It’s more than the curves and dips of your face
more than the thread of your scent
or the pull of your mind. It was those long desperate days,
when I went deaf, got it all wrong,
when you lent me your soul because I had none,
waited with patience and grace–
your arms filled with flowers
your heart filled with music and lace.
And now, years gone by,
I wonder what’s beyond the moon, past the sun,
I wonder what’s beyond our time
when the dance here ends and our sky goes silent.
It has to be more than eternal,
It has to be more than foreverness,
it just has to be–
because that is how I love you.