By J.S.
Date: 20 March 1998

the gateway, the tunnel, the path (his words)

and I knew it, knew it   but I didn't
say a word - couldn't - thought I couldn't
even when I should - have - you near me
for now and for always and I find myself
only every now and then - quoting you, missing you, 
wishing I could be kissing you - by the sunset - 
could I possibly get a good night's sleep?
I don't know, but I knew it -
as sure as the night plays tag with the dawn
I could be just as playful with you - like kids,
like kids that play pretend and Monopoly and get married
in a sandbox - like kids having a good bad time together,
where any past doesn't matter, and all debts are
pleasantly repaid.  Oh, but I knew.
There was something left wide open - more deliberately
than being pinned to the floor - you still get me to laugh -
And I knew.  Knew like a wise sage.  Knew the age of it all.
One could always hope, and trust, and believe, and relive
all those memories still unseen.  Quoted like a child.  A child
seeking shelter in you, seeking something I never knew.
So I knew.  Reflected in those sunglasses of yours, those mirrors -
the lightning was in the wrong direction again,
and it led me to you.
What a storm.