Hold On There...

I'm filled
With your icicles
Of blue green dreams
Webs of laughter
And perilous glances...
I'm blinking away
The swift frames
Of the inevitable...
While you hide behind
Those gestures
Seemingly unsaid,
Even though I brim
With their volumes...
I see you beckoning
At the curve
As you wait for me
To catch up...
Hold on there
At the foot of that mountain
Across which lies
The resting Sun
I'm running across
The circles of chance
To my phoenix of fate
With all my baggage
Left behind....