If we should meet another time, my heart
when we must leave this world and travel far,
remember how the looks between us part
us to another place among the stars.
Our love a pensive gaze; a sparkling shower
of light where we embrace the need of each.
Like shiv`ring tendrils of some stamen’s flower,
we cherish all such warmth within our reach.
Departed from this place, we may be hurled
into a starless night beyond relief.
Love’s consciousness then absent from a world
where caring has no sense to cause us grief.
Still, in that deeper night, our souls set free
I will be searching yet, for thee…for thee.