Stranger Things (an original poem)

Our hearts began,
like drumming in the fire light

And our eyes refused to look away,
while we listened

To the ancient longing
understood beyond the spectrum

Where we once spent afternoons alone
on the shoreline

And decades examining
the woodwork

Wake me from my napping
when you say the simplest things

From soft outlines
measuring strange star patterns

In the cosmos
of your universe,

The one I see
in your deep eyes

Where angels find
time to dance

And your hope has been waiting
to dive into mine

To see what we might feel like
when we speak

Of stranger things,
than this coffee and tea. 

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