The First Meaning

I am going to the east
The sun is said to rise there
Traveling by the night
Under the constellated blackness

I lift my hooded head
To those scattered pieces
The signs and symbols
The cues spread across the sheet

My fingers trace the dots
those remnants of some other time
together they break the spell..

like a blind child
I discover the first meaning

Have I Ever

Have I Ever

Have I ever told you
that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes. I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine?

Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
I imagine
your voice,
whispering into my ear?

Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day
in anticipation,
wanting
only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?

Have I ever told you
that there has been times,
when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me..
and so I sat and cried?

Have I ever told you
that sometimes,
I will reach out,
touching your name
on this cold screen before me,
wishing
I could reach in
and pull you to me?

Have I ever told you