On the chill night air

It mists out in front of me,

And though you do not say,

In it I can see past the swirling clouds

To the ground of the future.

Concrete,

Signed on parchment and sealed with

Gold.

Woven into bands that we both carry.

All this in a moment.

All this

In a breath.

 

Throw me your voice

Your voice can turn my head no matter what task I’m at,

lift my nose from any book, draw my eyes to your face

even if you’re nowhere near.

It can still my heart in the most anxious of moments,

ease my breath

and restore the balance to my mind.

Whether only in my my thoughts or right here beside me,

you are the remedy

to all my doubts.

 

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A touch of salt

I was a mermaid, once

riding the currents

into the whirling foams

erupting around the shell of Venus.

Her seaweed hair

would entangle my fins

and those of my sisters;

a dance of oasis floods

gathering in the night.