saturn returns

remember the night we watched the earth moving around the dark space?
we talked of sacred places and saturn;
years that had so much more meaning
than either of us have ever been brave enough to admit.

you have a red squirrel in your garden
that must have come from those trees
that we climbed together
before you left.

every year when the autumn woke up from slumber
i saw your arms beneath me, in my dreams.

i am ready to be caught again.