There is a time
it’s most days hidden
when the dark veil falls to ground,
curtains open to the few that still believe in love
and the nights be getting longer
filled with words that make the dreamers want to rise
you and I shall talk till morning catching nameless countless stars,
we’ll be making the dissection with a rusty human knife
in a double blinded trial
we’ll be sailing running kites,
finding threads to build a story strong as Russian Kevlar vests
and a backyard with an oak for our golden restless mutt,
not afraid to ask the questions
not afraid to listen to
answers are embracing shivers
knowing me and knowing you,
falling deep we’ll find the ladder
adding steps up to our heavens if we go shall be together
hand in hand or souls like feathers,
are you ready for the treasure
diamond feelings that no other could have measured…