I thought I dreamed I saw you
was in a vision composed entirely of you and the air
like sunflowers, yellow
and swinging through you came to me
roping in my lost cause
and reining me to reason
did you know? how much it meant to me
to see you coming towards me
while I, waiting, not entirely composed
and when you looked at me...
I can't even say
it balls up in my throat and I lose all eloquence
and I am quiet because it is just the way things go
when I know that you've come here
on account of me and that-
that is something too beautiful.