i don’t remember
the very first time
our eyes met
for it seems
i’ve perpetually
understood how softly
they spoke,
inviting me to fall
into your depths
like a book
opening and closing
on my favorite pages.
but in dreams
we stood beneath
towering oaks
as fat raindrops
splattered the leafy
canopy overhead,
their rhythmic drumming
weaving a fitting
backdrop
for a meeting
far outside of time
as our lives enmeshed.
