I think of you
before slipping to sleep

Eyes slowly
closed open
close

Worlds whirl and spin
almost touch

Meet me just here
on the corner of fields
quiet with wildflowers
intersecting nothing
where horizons are known
by oceans alone
over sands warm with sun

Enough we have already
Enough we already know

Do not speak

Take bloom

Beckon
unknown
allure

I let you enter me

rising moon