a near side of eternity

near side of eternity

I close eyes and let the wells rise
memories that come to reprise
the hollow days we filled, as we poured
our youth and dreams.

When sense and sensation were confused
by the smiles we wore--
Remember the cool mists of soft spring rains
that lasted as long as my will to step and slosh;
watching red lights and rooster-tails and thinking
through all manners of futures, wishing and wanting
love or happiness when it seemed
that having both was an impossible dream.

It was the wanting that led me,
across asphalt and old cobblestones,
like the the pole star above a glistening sea.
My dreams sparkled like a million moons
a-dance on swells and peaks
as the water and my spirit
reached for a near side of eternity.