his ebullient innocence

some strange silence enters
and then i realize
i've been alone this whole time

fits and flourishes
of heart and mind
that make me feel
i have encountered my own kind

for a beautiful, blissful
moment
fleeting
and then the hunger
for it's return
repeating

patterns and processes
of heart and mind,
shivers, same
waking up to, yet again
the falling rain

his incredible smile
incredible isn't good enough
but the words fail me,
so i search within, for miles

that smile
i miss it
his ebullient innocence
wandering, i would wait, still, forever
to see it, exuberant, before me
again, sweet him

forward
no past
no need for "gifts of man"
just his stand

next to me
needing nothing more
than his electric innocence
in moments i would sell my soul
to return to, aware
amongst him, within him
the treasure, our together

there is, and was
so much unspoken

left to explore...


bowen hart roselli
31 may 2020
ringwald love