waiting

He is 

a part of me

apart of me

waiting 

to rejoin

with himself really

in the form of 

light

And I am 

a part of him

apart of him

waiting to become

the moonprint

the roseburst

the sunstream

a collection of our stars

 a harbor of passing ships

rocking softly 

in the pearled onyx tide

now sleeping

waiting

to reunite

and along the edge of the dock of my soul

for you darling

I have hung tiny lanterns,

strung tiny torches

for you 

to find me;

a strand of glittering dawns

I stand beneath 

bathed in tiny sunsets

waiting