Before

"The name of the woman whom my heart loved is Life"

                                                                        Kahlil Gibran

Let me tell you about this connection:

it has stars on it;

Expelled clouds from clear blue skies

no sound, no remorse.

Let me kneel before this event

if I may, I will not lie:

direct light from darker eyes

older loneliness, sand from distant days.

Let me invite you into this

open space, this slow and ample silence.

Before it is night as we do not touch.

So let me

and do not go

over

too

soon.

And you know

this image

of you.

So let me tell you 

it is always so strange.