Mountaintops

Someday I’ll find you in the pages of

the books I have not written.

Split between me and your wildest ambitions.

We’ll find comfort in the small and

reach mountaintops and waterfalls

within fingers interlocked

Someday

Run to me through fields of grass

spinning until we float off the ground

allow my voice to fill your ears—sound

that pours into your mind

and paints your thoughts with mine

a prism brilliant colors

Yes, 

It’s been a long time since we’ve met

in my dreams.

I’ve imagined this moment

in whispers of scenes

Patched the connections

and prepared for a split

I know it’ll come

Just let me wait a while longer

Longer and longer as I grasp at the cords

Until the friction burns my fingers

And the rope slips through.