All throughout this dark and windy night
everything is tipsy and translucent.
Light is swaying drunkenly
between the visible and invisible.
I wonder if perhaps it’s only me, wobbling
on my feet, swaying to some spirit beat, listening
to soft laughter echoing through the midnight air.
There is no apparent source for this muffled mirth,
and so it must be my wine-soaked imagination.
Here we are tonight, face to face in our happy place,
smiling without reason like two daring dreamers, sharing
the same intriguing dream of soft and distant laughter.
Now look, Love, can’t you see –
what pours through you swoons in me!
Our blood runs through incandescent arteries
that connect the planets, moons, and stars
with sweet and liquid laughter, laughter
flowing through our pulsing veins
like a rich and heady wine.
I wonder how this can be –
the invisible pouring into visibility.
So entrancing is this unknown laughter
that we have lost our way back
to the sobriety of the known.
I wave my empty glass for more while
you look on, barely hiding your laughter.
The little drops of wine I’ve left behind
to mark our way have one by one evaporated –
ascending silently in the air throughout this
deepening dark and wind-wrought night
as I scribble these words and phrases.
Having things be visible or not
now goes the way of lovely wine drops,
drips of galaxies – all laughing softly in the air,
having never known sobriety, having
never set foot there.
I wonder how this can be:
I set out at dusk to discover the One
whose laughter lingers in the air, not knowing
that it was You and I swaying between visible
and invisible, intoxicated by the light of night,
writing all of our beautiful lines on water,
and together, ever so softly laughing.