Harbinger

We are separated by 24 hours –    
1,649.7 miles according to I-19 N    
4 degrees between temperatures    
and a 120-minute time difference    
   
When your heart migrates from guarding  
we fold space with wireless providers    
   
In the silence between mobile lines    
our eyes dive into a nocturnal ocean    
discover a blackened oyster shell    
of fully ripened pearl awaiting us    
   
We salvage treasure from the sunken    
chest of these scarce seconds    
   
Where once our eyes spoke for us    
so now we must learn a new language –    
Stumble over adjectives and verbs    
until they rest in the noun of silence    
   
We witness a penumbral eclipse    
overshadowing something bright    
   
You break our guided stillness to say    
“Ghigau, soon you will open your door    
to find me there, and I shall carry you    
to the consecrated spot of Sacred flame      
   
“From that blessed moment forward    
wherever I go, so shall you also be"    
   
In the distance a fiery-green comet    
makes its way through a vast space    
a harbinger, prophetic sign of death    
foretelling a fate that won’t survive      
   
You cannot see me shaking my head    
nor repressing knowledge, nor feel    
your blanket pulled tightly about my    
shoulders in the freezing night air    
   
I squeeze my eyes, whisper in return    
"Then my door shall always be open"    
   
Aho    
   
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