It is time to make room for you
to come in ways I have not known.
My heart has become eager for the stretch
of tent pegs and widening of stakes.
The pain of a good stretch will be worth it,
to receive the mystery of your voice in the shade.
I will meet with you in places unfamiliar
and break bread with you, and drink wine.
I will linger over your features
and we will be silent for awhile.
I may not feel like talking,
you may not feel like talking too.
But we will be with the love that grows
through all things hard in a breaking of ground.
We will stay and observe what may come
from such a union, where old love feels new.
As our hearts synchronise,
we hear the rhythm combined.