by shaun armando lawton
When you twist around and look behind
to catch a glimpse of what you are
and wish upon a terrible blind
and shattered star to get re-knit
then travel back to a dream of old
when shadows thrown by candle lit
docks haunted our walks late at night
into the woods on a lone cold mountain
under moonlight in the wind
Out in the wild lucid stillness
gracing the eye of the storm
focused right on you staring back
in its face locked pupils reflecting
each other across infinite space
Completing a circuit repeatedly
in time and weaving a spiraling
loop in a rhyme with the rhythm
of blossoming open mutations
starred adrift in evolution's wink
Do you get a thrilling sensation
of wonder crawling up and around
your own spine realizing in a moment
of unforgettable awe that's the tail end
of the singular aura that can only be said
to be yours and mine spread across this
universe we've found won't ever be borrowed
for sometime tomorrow because the past and
future don't exist only this present unfolding
moment rolling on in the spectrum of our
electric dreams can possess us fully
to reconsider flexing the fingers
of our body in a glove without seams
Not worn by anything other than
what it is that we happen to be
here at the moment conjuring
metaphors in alphabetical code
to flash the signals forward
and move on down the road
together not dead or long ago gone