in a world
full of
temporary things

you are
a perpetual
feeling.

For it is up to you and me
to take solace
in nostalgia's arms

and our ability
to create
the everlasting
from fleeting moments.

Tell me..how do you stand there?
filling the doorway....of my life.

the one
who will jolt awake
all the unwritten
the unsung
and the unlived
in me.

i am waiting
for him.

your gaze
across
my cheeks

turned them
into
strawberry fields.

the intensity
in your eyes

burns my pen
as i write.