The Meeting Poem by Kevin Patrick Brown

We bartered with desire, owing ourselves
a gift to be repaid in increments
that would measure out to the edge
of time itself, should ever it's value be taken.

Days and nights a burden, but soon forgotten
in the rush to renew what we had known,
with a past that had poured the foundations
for the choiring congregation of the present.

We had vaulted over the uncaring landscape,
our hearts shedding the weight of painful
separation, as we gazed with fondness
to the promised journeys end.

And then, suddenly, without preamble or
hesitation, we shook time from
the world, and planted it into a garden of faith,
this joining watering the dryness of simple souls.

So we had met again as we spun through
a void that none could see, nor understand.
Time would come again to steal the present
but could not posses what we had bought with love.