a long time coming

a long time coming

it had been

just as the fata morgana becomes the oasis

in the heart of the desert storms


i drank in your gaze

and swam in your eyes

that resemble the greens and blues of the tides

that ebb and flow with each visit

of the man in the moon

who sees and chuckles knowingly

so here we stand

by the snowy shore

the world’s bosom

where the winter winds cheekily

pick up the frothed little droplets

of precious salt water

to carry them toward the horizon

of all the tomorrows and beyonds


veiled by silver moonlight

and our mingled breaths

our gazes trace the silhouette

of that old mystery

that remains

a long time coming