Thirteen ways to say I bless you
couldn't possibly be enough
so I say it in every moment, in every way, in every day,
I live it, I bless you, I bless you,
my mantra, my meditation, my poem of
I bless you
without even knowing who you are
I bless you for it all,
even in my pain.
I bless you with peace, and love, and a new moment of ecstasy,
I bless you for my secrets, my shadows, and yours.
I bless you in my quiet moments
I bless you in my tired moments
my exhaustion makes me experience my blessings for you in an entirely
new and fresh way.
This is what they mean when they say takes a lifetime to love one person enough
and a lifetime is only the beginning.
That's the kind of eternal blessing I am looking for...
A moment that never ends because it is always and always and always
beginning again, fresh, new, renewed, in each day, each week, each hour, each moment,
in the moments between knowing you so well I don't know you at all
in the moments between doubting my heart or yours
in the moments between the pang of seeing your blessings
achingly displayed across the page...
and the racing of my heart at knowing your heart now races off to a new adventure.
in the moments I see: license plates, cars, names that could be you, writings that could be yours
to strangers who seek what I have found,
postings from strangers who know you too well...
that all serve one purpose: as signs, as omens, as hauntings,
that we are for each other,
more than any two have been for each other.
It's the most entirely irrational belief I have ever held so fervently.
So delusion or no,
illusion, neptunian influence, or stars misaligned, I know
I am for you
and you are for me
And there is no where else either one of us can ever be.
Even as you flaunt another lusting jaunt for all the world to see.