I Will Know

I will know when I have found you

          I will know when you have come.

          I will know, for I will climb
          through iris windows
          and trace the silhouette of me
          etched into you.

          I will press my ear against your chest
          and hear the pulsing lifesong
          that wove its glittered echo through
          the elongated sun and moondance
          of my solitude.

          I will study the geography of you
          and startle at the déjà vu:

          the contours of your face
          and the cadence of your gait,

          the color of your voice
          and the current of your touch,

          the creases of your thoughts
          and the crescendo of your faith.

          This is how I will know
          I am done wading through
          your absence,
          through the giddy tries
          and crumbled misses,

          to that place where Holy Hands
          will fuse two paths
          with the spark and crackle
          of soul intersection.

          Then I will see you.

          I will know you.

          I will love.