I fell in love with you
before we ever met.
The first time I caught
a glimpse of you was
when I looked through
a hand-blown window
and saw you dancing
on the tops of locust trees
trying to get the attention
of my naked vision or
of a father of the moon.
You seemed lost and in
need of a hug which I
offered you, and made
the albatross flying
over your head wince.
You claimed to be broke,
yet told me you had a stash
hidden away in case you had
to run away quickly before
you found the magic city
you were searching for.
Organized fireflies showed
You how to climb on my back.
We flew away together in a sea
of redwing blackbirds sobbing
in tears of uncontrollable joy.