Year's end

My heart is a darkroomyou pass through itblack and white imagesI cut you into sizeand paste a collage.My dreams are of flying over rivers, Missouri rivers deep green flecked with tangled weeds, I stare into the water and see nothing. You are the other side of me you leave me calm and healed.I become a seedblown by an unseen wind.I turn to you and listen to the riddle, only the waves make no noise as they slap the flat shingle, passers by stare at us;we whittle the airinto spirals of incense.Burning wind on my skin, take a brush to brush you with, you a fawn covered in dark downed hair.The voice is the carrier of the soulall those stars branded across Milky way.How many heavens can we see tonight?