There is this parallel

That I know–

One that has to exist

Rises in the morning sun

Lay in the thickness of glistened frost

Across the mountains

Weighing heavy

On our small town shoulders

When the bite of the 9-5

Snarls too ghastly

We get that tug

In the pit of our stomachs

Calling from the depths

Beyond the twinkling star dust

From a place, somewhere else

Where time is tilted

Where my heart and soul

Shift and yearn to live

Again and again

Sometimes it’s that 3AM warmth

That comes subtly from 

Mourning of the geese that fly 

Over the meadowlands 

Where the sun touches 

His soft, red curls

As your father laughs

While he plays amongst the forget me knots 

Just knowing is enough…

Holding me steadfast

Earthside, this peaceful entanglement.