I Can See

I can see us someday bridging the distance

Standing afoot on one soil, holding hands;

You're close enough to me,

I can hear your heart's cadence,

And feel the blood rush through your veins tantivy—

Lost in your beauty, I'd promise to be forever entranced,

As close to you as Votkinsk, unwavering in my fidelity,

Now, let's not cogitate the encumbrances;

Instead, let's imagine how great things can be...

For someone so beautiful,

Did intuition lead you here?

The heart doesn't discern aesthetics;

Eyes, however, can tell I'm far from debonair—

Forgive me...but I'm just one of those cynics,

Who thinks the world can't see past

The surface to see something special.

Yet, this time, there's an ostensible difference,

And I do believe you want to hold hands—

This time can't be a facsimile,

Another steatorrheic instance,

That befouls the confines of Memory—

Are you my destiny? And just how do you define "acquaintance"?

Can we be more than just friends?—

It's one of the many things I can see...

In your ideal man,

You've outlined several desirable traits,

And whether or not I encompass them,

Only time will eventuate—

But with me, know you'll never

Have to administer truth serum,

That when our lives interdigitate,

I won't ever do anything to cause you pain.

I can still see us bridging the distance,

Brightening each other's existence...

Dallying while the stars aloft glimmer,

For past lives' remembrance—

Would you remember?

Or, rather, can you see the story of

Ours limned in future constellations?

Will all these questions we have soon be answered?

Please lend me your ear as I implore your patience.

From across the world, you smote me,

And I may as well stay down, for if I rise,

I'll only fall once more—

The view from alow is grand,

So as long as it's your beauteous face I see;

The trust you've bestowed me is mutual;

I've not reason to believe anything

You say or do isn't veridical,

And even though I don't know you...

...I can see us someday bridging the distance,

Standing afoot on one soil, holding hands;

You're close enough to me,

I can hear your heart's cadence,

And feel the blood rush through your veins tantivy—

Lost in your beauty, I'd promise to be forever entranced,

As close to you as Izhevsk, never remitting in my loyalty,

Now, let's not capitulate to circumstance;

Instead, believe in greatness...that has yet to be.

If I had a crystal ball,

I could tell you what'd come next,

But of all life's intricacies,

Perhaps love is most complex—

I could tell myself if you'd ever love me,

And whether my hubris will lead to another pratfall...

I can see us someday bridging the distance,

Standing afoot on one soil, holding hands...

But until that day,

I pray we maintain this correspondence,

Continually divulging the contents of each other's dossier,

Until all that remains is the alterity

Known only by He of omniscience—

New acquaintance, this will be an amazing ride—

That, also, I can see...

—Kevin B. Waring