Always You
I never thought that I could
love you;
who loves the winter when the
spring rains down its confetti fit
of dreams outside your
window?
And then I saw you were the
spring
and every bead of hope
that comes packaged in
the rain.
How could I have missed it
as you burned your Truth
across my soul
and shuffled stars into a
kingdom of my own
night by night
as we drank the
moonglow like some wild
potion and loved like
this was our very
last drop of
Heaven . . .
How could I have missed you,
waiting, loving,
like a halo around
the phantom face of doubt
and care;
it was always you,
redeeming shadows,
teaching stars new lines
to speak,
sifting the black winds of
night with your
touch.
I never thought that I could
love you,
but I do.
Patricia Joan Jones
Published in The Best Poems and Poets of 2004
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