i fear loving half of you and half of vast nothingness

Rustle of trees,
Static in the air,
Radio wave disturbance,
Satellites offline,
Yet, undetected in the solar constant.

If a woman's voice
Falls in the forest,
(Or her own home,
for that matter),
Does it make a sound?

Or does it simply,
Once more,
In the grand scheme of things,
Fall upon the deaf ears
Of an ignorant man?

And as the winter cold magically makes ice crystals, we watch the grass glistening with frost.
Knitted scarves and woolen coats,
plus our knotted fingers braved  the cold.
You held my hands and erased the chaos buried deep under my skin.
And took me in your arms, held me close for a moment, and planted a light kiss on my nose.
I felt the firmness of your touch, the passion and love came rushing from within.
And as nature freezes and sees our love while
I yielded in the intensity of your kiss.
You covered my scars and held me close until my fear left my entire soul.

The arrow of time,
fired over and over

Piercing our consciousness,
impaling our fear

Our bow staying drawn,
till the quiver is empty

Last feather to soar
—on eternity strung

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)