I love you like

an ancient wound

I have tried and tried

again to heal

but always seemed

to fail so that

this life fees like

the last grain

of sand falling 

through the glass

the last go round

to get it right

I love you like

an ancient joy

once lost

familiar as the scent

of earth that drinks

the rain

and laughs with flowers

from its mouth

something warm

and soft to touch

a place I might return

as naturally as any 

nature's way

I love you like

a second miracle

a miracle only

because you are

and then because 

you are all

the wanting nurture stars

I have found

within myself

painted to a constellation

that asks me 

to make peace with light

to heal what I have carried

from this world 

and the last

to let the laughter echo

like sacred through 

each time perceived

to knit the broken bones

of eternal yesterdays

with love that loves

transcendent into blue

to bring all the hearts

that we have held

as mirrors unto the other

in the cosmic divine

of second found again

to close the ancient wound