"In the Meantime, Until"

[butterflydreaming]

Before you find the mothers of your children,
those reflecting sparkles of your shining light,
there is a woman who loves
the heat on the rim of a coffee cup,
the mirror in the bitter drink,
and the image of herself in your eyes
across a cafe table.

Before your stride grows too long to keep pace,
or the track narrows to single file width,
there is a woman who loves
the heat of the Leo sun,
the song on the open road she travels,
and the sound of her harmony with you
singing on a summer night.

Before things change, as they are meant to do,
before the constellations shift, before promises come due,
here is a woman whose spirit flame
can be a heat to compliment your warmth,
whose mind can sound against your thoughts
with questions and answers of her own
about the world she loves.