November Rains

Up on a hill is a tree where the moss grows thick

And the future and past squeeze together so tight 

that the present cannot help but happen.

Where experience alights on your lips

With its ephemeral and tantalizing kiss

Coercing forgetfulness

We stepped through each other 

Feeling the moment of breaking out of the body

More strongly than the journey of living in it

What did you see when you looked through my eyes?

Did you see love? Or was it

like when I looked through yours

And saw what I could never be

I will love you forever, I whispered to the moss

Listening to its silent reply 

As it caught my tears and the autumn rain