Glimpse

I caught a glimpse of forever

when I remembered you for a moment.

I saw how quickly you hovered

before you found your way into my locket.

I peeked into the hereafter

when I lost you after my thought.

We must have spoken for over an hour,

but here you are, a little snapshot.

I got a glance at forever

when I thought of you for a second.

How fragile that moment you were talking,

now a flicker barely reckoned.

I saw too much of our days after

when we're snug in photo albums.

What a silent bunch of bright funny faces

we’ll leave at the brush of their thumbs.

The Song Book and the Secret Garden

Who am I to open this book

where gently the heavenly and heart-worthy look?

Who am I to hear these ancient songs

that you sing to me so secretly all day long?

I was merely a scattered seed in the desert of days,

but in the shape of my own shadow, you made a cool resting place.

You sprinkled my heart with sonnets from the sky

and pooled a well within my belly that never runs dry.

Thank you, dear caretaker of the stray seedling,

for making this heart your flower bed, a page for the songs you sing. 

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