blue eyes never a more welcome sight, my God. I shake
                    and almost cry
                    and we hold each other like tomorrow is an illusion
she’s warm, tan from home on the lip of the beach. I love her
                    more than when she left, somehow
                    more than my mind can seem to understand
for hours our arms press together for no reason other than energy
                    that only we seem to share
                    that I think is borne from heaven’s fingertips
she wants to meet my friends, she says. I tell her my new name and
                    she says it’s meant to be
                    she understands everything I tell her
by some miracle, we are still the same people. After two trips around
                    the sun, our laughs sound the same and
                    the sun retained its happy glow
by some miracle, she’s here.