If

Someday we will talk again
for a while,
a while not yours
and not mine
just a wandering while summoned from the
vapor of the wistful sky.

I will sail all my love into the starry sky.
And we will dance in the water beneath our feet.
Play with the froth of the ocean.

We will whirl around in circles.
Like the hands of the circus sand.
And I will hold you.

You will melt .
like a wish
a wish not mine- nevertheless.

I will sing to the errant fleeting night.
Brush the waves,
and look at you with silent eyes
as you turn
to run away
away for a while.