no more than twist

if flowers could speak
the language of my heart
what delights would be expressed
and understood
better than the words i fumble with

if stars could shine upon you
my adoration, infinite
and the sturdy mountains
my devotion, unshakeable

grains of sand
crumbs of memories
pouring, pouring endlessly
from before [we realised] we met
that unreplicable instant
when i knew, and
my finger sealed your lips
those words would have been potent

but how could we confine our thoughts
that spiraled through
a lifetime of longing,
abandoned

yet again we crush one another
perhaps in the next life
we could meet earlier
though i pray, later

i’ll be waiting
[how about you?]

***

was it a dream,
was it real
or no more than twist in my sobriety?