Aftershower Moonbeams

Tomorrow I might see you.
Tomorrow the door will open
and you
silhouetted by the light of heaven
eyes burning
the fires of night
galaxies spinning
and you
soft as sunlight
dancing on clouds
billowing powder vanishing on the wind
angels calling
and you
moving like a breeze through tall grass
daisies, wildflowers
exploding into kaleidoscopes
rolling sheets of color enchanting
and you
smile, wink, turn
the door closes.