On the blackened beaches of the island of Kona
The lanterned hands of pacific hearts
Appear in the eyelid of morning
Heavy like a seed in your throat
Ready to be swallowed
They arrive with pockets of white stones plucked
From the tongues of highways
And they spell out the names of the people they have lost
Like giant love letters of the earth
Swirling across the volcanic heart of the ocean
Fury in their fingers
As if they could teach the sky about reflection
Welcome to the beginning
I want you to remember what you were capable of not chasing
And not wanting to be chased
When you are ready
This is how we will find each other
Stolen and whipping in the wind
Crafting the pebbled bodies of our hearts
I hope that we are more broken
Then we could ever imagine
So there are more parts of ourselves to know
Then there ever were before
Tumbled and blistered by those
Who could not see us in the dark
Held like a fist of feathers
We will understand
That you only knew people in the ages that you met them in
And we will continue anyway
Arthritis in our eyes
I do not know how it will feel to be
Myself when I am old
I am constantly the wrong age for my body
I do not know if I will ever learn
How to thank you
I will know how to stop speaking airport
If I will touch you like linoleum
But I will store all your birthdays
Somewhere below my shoulders
So when you wake with ceiling eyes
You will consider my mouth pressed against yours
How it is slower then imagined
How everything is brimming like dinner on a stove top
I hope I never dream of you
So I am constantly discovering what I have
Overwhelmed every time you glimmer like the glare of the sun
In the revolving of a door
The eagerness of unbuttoning fingers
The buckling of knuckles
The crushing nature of hope
You are everything and nothing
Like what I have waited for
Familiar as a perennial weed
Harbored in my stomach
Tumbling through each moment
With the feet of bicycles
To devoured every part of this country
Like a laugh in the night
Fingers of sparklers
Teeth of split chins
Restless believer of open space humming
And listening with the sun in your throat
You don't ever say much
You just stand like a Maser in the desert
Hopeful as the howling of wind
Against the garage door
You are the only voice in the night
I will ever call back to
Stumbling everything I believed
Like an ocean of stars
The silence of a first snow
This notion of home
I will love you
The exact way I always wanted to be loved
An when I loose you
As death
And the nature of men
Have promised me I will
I will find my way to the pacific
To the island known as Kona
A fist of white stones
And I will write you
Like the poem that you are