Nathan AM Almeida

[23 July 2019]

Let us go to a time
When the night sky rolls out before us like an unfurled scroll
I read line by line,
Buttressed by earth beneath us, enshrined by the maiden above us
With long, dark hair;
The city noises and the cab drivers down by High Street and Clark
Have gone down to bed together and won’t stir till dawn,
High priest of the twilight summer haze.

A time will come when you will look to your left, and I will be there,
And you will look to your right, and I will be there, too:
It is then that we will see and know,
Perhaps for the first time,
The space between this and that,
Between one thing and another,
Between me and you and us,
And you and I will breathe as one
When the pale moon shines bright in one last shout of triumph
And the stars gleam white across the deepness
Like a tent caught in the wind
And chased down by a child with a kite.