Fog and Rain
12/29/07
I sit on the couch
Popping bubble wrap
Looking out the window
Watching the fog and rain
Lifting up your pretty face
I slip inside your gaze
I melt
As if the subtle confusion
Too has melted
Lifted
Gone
My spirit awakens
In your eyes
I see myself
We are not separate
We are pack mules
Carrying our judgments
Up the mountain we will go
Through the forest
Past the snow
Beyond the peaks we cannot reach
To heaven we will climb
Rest here for a while
Let the worries fade
Sit here with me
On this couch
Pop bubble wrap with me
And watch the fog and rain