Sheer ecstasy

There are moments of sheer ecstasy

the likes of opening windows

reflecting on a million panes of glass

that is like windows opening

when you fall through a vortex

without time, when your mind

is-not your mind; it’s when your own

-coronal magnetic field creates

a solar wind, a gateway to your soul

and you glide with the now and eternity.

Between certainty and uncertainty

there are moments of sheer ecstasy

too countless to remember whenever,

whenever I’m near you.

Metaphysical speaking, we are all-stars-

turning back to dust. But while I’m here-

holding you, I’m a star drunk in a stupor-

waiting on …just-one-more time to kiss you.