AM baptism

My pained hands
From the frigidity in the air
Are warmed by the thought of you
Waiting for me
Somewhere off in the distance of time.
So many words
Yet to be fathomed and crafted into a series of sequenced stories
Only for your ears.
And you began the story
Yesterday eve
As we sat in the place that warms every inch of my
Heart.
And yet this night,
I recall
Those countless nights
When the expression of my emotive experience
Was trodden by your tied tongue
And I wander within wantonness.

The leaves have fallen.
They were carried down the stream
By which we sat
Many months ago
And where we will sit many months from now.
The stream carries them down that mountain
In water so cold
it makes the minutes on a clock stand still
and the pebbles beneath the surface
are frozen in a moment
just like you and me.