domestic inquiry

i see you in the way the light reflects off of the window:
natural, beautiful,
a miracle full of possibility
cast across me and my life;

your rays compliment mine.
looking away to the stars
together
and planning our escape
to the place we might both
feel at home,
out there
up there
somewhere

i fall back to earth
i fall into brown eyes
and a voice i long to hear -
a voice as intoxicating
as the kisses
she leaves on my soul.

i am out with friends
watching the endless sky
stream along earth’s current rotation
feeling what it is to live
believing things will be as they are
and what they’re supposed to be -
but how can things just be?
how can one young man be so lucky?
there is no precedent,
nothing signed or sent to warn me that miracles fall from the sky everyday
and we choose to ignore them.
miracles wear phantom pullovers
to catch the eye,
miracles turn to the stars for comfort because they know they belong
to the awesome
depths of space -
to the adventure and drama,
the eternal power of love
and friendship,
the reality of death.

my eyes drew in the sky
and i was intoxicated.
not merely because mother earth gives her best,
has always tried to,
but because i was caught up there
tangled in daydreams
about you.