Terraforming

I stare into your eyes,
multicolored planets
blooming a new hope
in a small universe,
and hesitantly step
across an impossible vastness
into private histories
of alien soils.

I dance carefully
in unique gardens:
almost lost in a riot
of variety,
I follow the exotic music
of each plant,
listening to insistent melodies,
nurturing and nurtured
by mutual consent,
encouraging and encouraged
by each note,
uniting and united
by each voice
but remaining distinct.

Alone in separate worlds
we merge
into a harvest of pointillism,
possible futures
singing back
from the distances

Drew A. Foster