Each Of Our Mutual Wishes Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Touching the soundless chords of perception,
As airplanes are touching down ever day,
Their bully wheels kissing over the perfect stone lips
Of cemeteries,
The forts firing off their cannons and the madmen in them
Fireworks,
And there are dreams that I’ve had in the middle of classes
Other people were taking,
But those dreams are what no one else can have:
And I have you in the, Alma, and it feels right to admit this,
And that there are angels living in our hearts,
Sleeping like genies in gas lights waiting for our frictions
To make them come awake
And fulfill each of our mutual wishes.