tom taylor

sun signs

visitors from without carry heart messages
to me as I need them coming through the
door inside the lighted room where we live
to make some patterns on my walls again

the day promises more and more heat clear
air the clouds all but dissipated this metalounge
from the beyond implies all that can be carried
in one simple basket forward further forward

I’d settle for one more second in this ravel and skin
another hour to hold your hand beloved on the way
home to me for our dance of the hours, for our
foray at the dance of light and these signs of the sun