PREPARING FOR MY ENCOUNTER WITH THE STARS
I see your silhouette
in every ray of starlight.
My pangs of love can’t
stop me from missing
you like a dismembered
right arm lost in a war.
I read braille to enable me
to touch you with ardent love
without touching,
and sense your presence
without seeing you.
I learn sign language
to communicate
in the next world
of my transformation.
I will ask the stars
to help me find you,
the love of my life,
so I can resume my habit
watching you mine gold
out of the ordinary
as we sing our silent duets
that will echo throughout
the cosmos for all eternity.