I study the evening clouds
 rolling out over the mountainside 
as they cover the peaks and valleys,
like the blankets you pull up
around your body before you sleep in my bed.
I am equally amazed by their might
and by your presence

It is one phenomenon greeting another:
That which is soft cradling that which is timeless. 

They sweep over the mountainside with purpose,
as beauty often does.
My hands wish to sweep across your body
as lover's hands often do.
I see you sleeping like a cherub
and I know you can make any place heaven 

I see the tail of God’s gown
 as he floats across the valley

And I try to embrace his might,

There, where the naked branches
reach up to greet him.

Bony limbs with no bloom to adorn them
And yet the winter trees
reach out none the less.

I am reminded of my own bony limbs,

Reaching for you
with no decoration befitting of your arrival. 

In awe of the mist
sweeping in plumes
over greenery and raised earth. 

I run on,
searching amongst hillsides
to discover how one man leaves me in such awe...

And I am left without a solution.