setting fires

the calligraphy of emotion
lies elegantly upon your face
and incites fires of
perception that will

burn for nights and nights  
in the presence of your glow
as it renders the phantasms
beautiful,

the green and the blue,
how they flash across
the black of glass
where my hand rests

while I watch the road
for your steps,
they might come unheard

I could miss your word
of greeting as you shake
the rain from your hair

and step to my embrace
were I not vigilant,
not aware, I may have
never known this grace.