like violin strings and distant windows

when we stood above

the rooftops, of

cities like houses,

we stars;

i knew i meant the things

i said and

you believed the words i spoke;

like pebbles rippling wake

into planetary shores

there

you took the shape of woman,

colors, broken light,

like stained glass, through

the cathedral

near market

where i stood alone

watching eyes

of children

in the back pew

with fathers hands

securing

and head bowed reverence

like god could hear him,

like god could hear him,

like god

could

hear me

when i shouted,

each time

reaching for my pocket

just to make sure

we were still there

in the indian stone

all the way to clark beach

peddling affection

into sidewalk cracks

onto grass carpets

and palm tree bike racks

my god

if this was love

i found home

i found eternity

i found place

within a world,

where each day

seems I don’t,

where each day fumbles

the words

I swear eloquently

top the ballads of great composers

so i played

like violin strings

and distant windows, and

god she heard me

I sang, and

like a tea kettle

and a back porch springtime

she heard me

two and one half years a way

she saw me

and stepped to my melody

like i’m singing now

she heard me

to eternal and today

she saw me

and stepped to my melody

like violin strings

and distant windows

let her hear me.