Imminent Domain

Right now you're only a photo, and a distant voice: But I have your wall's pattern Committed to long term memory; I'm sure I will see it in my dreams sometimes. But you are much larger than all of that; Than tiles and towels in a bowl. In your sphere of influence, My little world quakes. Under the coming of such imminence I feel the forward air rushing up Just ahead of the subway's arrival On it's familiar path, to the welcoming arms of the station. I can feel the doors as they swish open, And a million thoughts starting to fly in and out Like so many frantic travelers Going anywhere on a nameless, fragrant summer's day. Behind it all is the transfiguration Of a pair of eyes, that I seem to know best From the inside out, from somewhere unshadowed, Where time does not need to count on it's fingers. And already I know that it is not the words That I will get the chance to say to you, That will haunt me; but all the thousands of words That we will never say- So that they will hang open-mouthed, There in the stagnant stillness, where nothing moves, And where nothing has its being any more Once those doors have closed forever.