The sunlight bursts through your eyes
like shining jewels lighting up my skin
and pores with anticipation.

Even if you were just a stranger then,
I was already yours,
already the embers that wanted to cling
together and keep your warmth alive

As our season turns over and pulls
every brittle leaf to the ground.

I should have been standing here all along,
waiting for you,
for history to push time's smooth sands
and graceful tired wheels
to bring you back to this place.

I do not care if it was history repeating,
or if the rising wind sung my name to you,
sewed it to your heart and carried you here
or if it was a nameless yearning pulling
at your dreams to set you in motion.

I do not care what drew the map,
only that you're here now and refuse to go.

There's always been something building
delicate bridges to each other,
something that never stops placing nails
or throwing ashes to the breeze

To know if the shadows lingering in the distance
are temporary marks on the land that you've left for me.

The moonlight pours through and fills
every hollow in us the darkness wished to sweep away,
glowing on your skin and pores with anticipation.

Even if I was just a stranger then,
you were already mine,
already the wisps clinging together to guide
our hands and illuminate the cold ground.

I should have standing here all along,
waiting for you,
for history to let you uncover all that I am
and bring me back to this place.

I do not care if the fragments seem to meet by accident
or if the rising wind lifted your hair,
carried the sweet flowery scent living in every strand to me,
or if a shapeless energy pulled at my muscles
and blood to set me in motion.

I only care that the map's drawn terrains painted
something within that refused to keep us separate,
something that never stopped us from acknowledging
that the shadows in us were marks waiting
to be caressed with the light from one another.

We should have been standing here all along,
the place where season's signs and histories
wind up carrying us off to.