A Beacon

I sat amongst the trees
while I watched –
the falling stars
then leaned against the earth
so it would feed my heart again.

Can I paint the moon tonight
and remember your warm hands
as I lay cold, in these celestial woods
damp mind – soaked
from these raining thoughts
now twisted between your roots.

My hope, is your sweet salt of lips –
will touch mine
while our racing tears, mesh as one
and our union is entwined.

Now I close my eyes
and watch for you each briny morn
I wish to be a beacon
as you sail towards me
because on this land
your love –
is my horizon.