30 Days of You

There is no translation
for the way my heart leaps
or the way your presence stills
every storm.
When I say “I love you,”
so much is missed –
what I mean
is everything.

your eyes are (tiny moons) pulling the tides
of my heart,
and your laugh is a comet
flashing across this canvas
of forgotten worlds.

Our talks linger in my mind,
woven with laughter and whispers,
the light things, the heavy things,
all falling into place
like they had always belonged there.
You have this way of understanding
without needing to speak,
a way of holding me
without a single touch.

Sleep, my love,
for in our dreams,
the miles vanish,
and we find each other
where time has no power,
where love,
even in its longing,
is boundless.

The pulse of my heart knows no direction but you,
it beats to the rhythm of your name,
each breath a promise
that there is no space, no time,
that can stretch wide enough
to keep me from you.