Come to me,
you that swims in my dreams
since the days when tides were long
stretching to a horizon lost
to the misty sightline.
I see your face,
as faces are signatures expressed
in a tomb’s ache of a heartbeat,
thrown to time’s quarrelsome oblivion.
resigned to begin a siege of love
for an nameless eternity,
where time has become
memory’s sanctimonious dream
I have waited,
since the oceans steamed
and the mountains were molten tumors
rising in a harsh land that did not care
for spiritual contrition’s made.
I will remain,
until time becomes dust
and the weeks count themselves
to years beyond forever.