i fell asleep
before you woke
to hear me tell you
(what we would do
together)
or rather explain who is responsible
the walls shifting.
thought i felt the rough
night
surface
stretch us
slipping
down
down
down
to find us lying on the ground
where we planned to meet
the pick up
turned around
and around
and around
in the mystery
the answer
ferris wheel dreams
stronger than ever
this pink moon
this heated love for you.
seasons: a poetic journey 