you are that which rises.
and you know me to be the one who senses you now, a reprise.
did you know that i heard you last night when you spoke to me with your eyes?
you were the ocean then, yet not.
you were an ironic metaphor with clarity,
the kind that floats by unnoticed, hides in corners, or drops to the floor.
you were that which you cannot comprehend, even to yourself.
© r.e.l. 8/29/14
for someone special
You love the fire. You are it, moving quickly, emulating its spark. Your miles to go in your mind, before calmed, drive you. Transfixed on you I am.
Be you, be the you I have known. Smile at me until I melt into something else. You are beyond getting my attention. You make me know why I’m alive.
And now I’m on fire because when I first saw you, recently and not, I fell in love with you. All I knew from before, relived in a moment, rejoined with all that we created then, to be continued later. You smiled when you knew I loved you then. You knew. You know now.
© r.e.l. 3/25/13
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