Night, and the Turning Leaf

phishgod · February 2004

Night, and the Turning Leaf

This, our
night, we
chat for
hours, the
keyboards
click-clack
clacking, soft
caresses, coos
across 2000
miles electronica,
I hear
your voice
in words
dancing on
the screen,
as if
my dreams
last night—
“Ooooooo Hooooooooooney!”

Reliving real
time memories,
valentines on
the promenade,
the sacred
grove leaf
you brought
to me
when we
first met,
celebrating goals
attained, dreams
coming true,
words which
returned us
to one
another, the
years of
lives, yearning,
a faded
photograph of
our longing.

Shifting media,
as sands,
fingers tired,
minds alive,
whispering to
you, another
five hour
telephone marathon,
talking about
everything, and
nothing, the
hours of
our night
turning, as
new pages
in the
book of
our lives.

Realizing, at
4 A.M.,
we have
spent another
night talking
to each
other for
nine straight
hours, the
no-sleep
slumber party
of two
like souls
becoming one,
our night,
the turning
our lives.

Outside, dawn
rising, sun
making another
slow march
from east
to west,
moon-high,
silver-gold,
touching in
the dim
red blush
of morning.
It is
Spring, crocuses
pushing up
from thawing
ground, birds
waking with
songs, night,
our night,
turns into
day, roses
begin blooming,
trees, budding,
leaves turning
in new
green love,
as our
night turns
into day.

--April 6, 2002
@pth

coleen · February 2004

don't ever forget to remember how precious those moments of connection are....the phone marathons until 4 am, wondering where time went, realizing that somehow time doesn't exist for the two of you, the moments spent together.

something tells me, touching as this is - you haven't forgotten and that you won't.

thanks for sharing the hope and faith in love today.