Possible is sometimes actual.

The crack in the glass
Started shining
Heart in motion
Through the sparks of the sun
Distance feels far now.

In the imagination
It changes
Like a giant wedding cake
Inflections turn me in the distance
Charge the card
Open the heart.

Hawks move on in the spring
Pollen effects my thinking
Days do not stop in space
Colors the landscape with wild roses
Your window to my soul
I want you really
For you have drowned me in fire already
Mind can't get too heady
When the sighing ends.

Too far and far apart
Just doing the water dance
Spinning in ripples
In the life of me I see
See your life
In not imagination
Or word
Yet in a battle for her
A genesis of the heart
To open the doors
The windows
The soul.