Potential and Nothing Random

Potential

You are a bell before it's been rung-

the note of a song before it's been sung,

the tick of a clock before it times true;

You are potential, opportunity new.

You are a thought, not yet spoken-

a heartfelt promise still unbroken,

the rays of the sun peeping awake;

You are potential which no one can fake.

You are the eyes that open at dawn-

holding the moment before it is gone,

the sole drop of rain before the downpour;

You are potential and so much more.

Nothing Random

There is a lifetime in minutes

that we parse from our days

to share with each other

With carefully crafted words

 there is nothing random 

in the way we speak, the things we say

It is a calculated distance,

this place we painstakingly leave

between us

We hide from complication,

refuse to be vulnerable and

control what we can

But then....

Pushed on a tide of patience

that pools then ripples, 

and breaks in wave upon wave

There is no space unfilled, 

no deliberate disconnect

Just energy and eyes 

An acknowledgment of kisses,

a recognition of the other and the us

that exists solely in stolen moments