what is this thing?
how does it move?
across seas of thought smoothing
in vessels of pure emotion
things come
and you, darling, will be there
with a radiance no faery can fathom
a smile that claims my very soul

i keep my tears for you in a jar under the bed
and when the time is right i'll take them out
and make a crown for you from them wrought in
silver silence. and wear it queenly do you
as you come forth triumphantly from my dreams
materialize from the sparkings of a mindful heart
and annoit my brow with your love
where we, as one, lay in fields of yes
the stars obey our hopes
and lords of happiness shall we be
with forever not even needing to be said