1000 Tents Away

 

1000 Tents Away ~ For Nick

Are you real or is this a dream

from whence all the breaths

and whispered prayers brought you

like an over eager child I had waited

finding not you
but trouble and empty quiet skies

the proof of God was in your arrival

that is what the little girl believed

always alone, I sat and smiled 

as good girls should

always with the quiet promise

of you

of God

where are you

please come now

the young girl in me whispered

feathered into the summer's night air

again and again

heart ache after heart ache

thinking it was you each time 

but feeling that it wasn't

knowing it wasn't

a mirror and me

alone and together we faced ourselves

day after day

summer after summer

eyes connected

one cold glassy version

one warm, soft figure

beaded with hope

rivers from green pools

landing on cold porcelain

I should have know it was you when you arrived on paper

so many moons later

maybe I did

maybe you did too

deceived,we ran for cover in each other's arms

again and again

until our wings would shelter each other

where we would grow together

waking the love

illuminating the truth

the bond of me

the bond of you

of the new us we had longed for

love, deep delicious love

beating like a bird's wings

on its first flight

the feel of your skin

your body folding around mine

for comfort, for safety and assurance

I am set free with each day of your love, my darling

I am held fast and firm with each new commitment

unteathered at last from old roots of fear

old stories from tents of Indians

that left me alone and afraid

in foreign lands, among strangers

that were my family

then you

out of the fire

and the starry night

a spiral of smoke

a thunder of horses

I'm coming for you,Tara

I'm coming soon

sleep in the safety of that, my dear one

and so I did

and for years

I swam in it

drank from it

slept beside it

walked alone with you

your sky

your stars

your promise

and I believed

always, I believed you

in the dark now

I need only your whisper

Tara...Tara...

pushing my long hair to the side

tracing your finger down my back

and back up

my neck

my whispies

all yours now

a warm foot reaches

hopeful across a sea of white

a soft sigh and a nudge to roll over 

to come to you

my breath...yours

warm wet words

soft promised kisses

a smiling harvest moon

peaks through the window

illuminating your face

I'm home....

I'm home, Tara

and the innocent six year old

still within me

whispers in your ear...

I knew it was you...