Signs

A shooting star
To attract my attention
A telltale song with perfect timing
To start making me wonder
A shape in the clouds
As an answer to my question

Signs I’m not used to notice
Feelings I didn’t expect to emerge
A flow unlikely for me to follow
Leads me here in this instant

Your hand on my back
I caress your hair
We sit under the stars
Both a little startled

Tiny candles and their halo
Softly dance on the table
You whisper little words
Improbable and delicious

I hold you close
And want you closer
Your breath on my neck
Sweeps me away

I’ll leave you in a moment
Both soothed and burning
Shaken, disturbed, delighted
Wanting only to see you again.