Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

-Rabindranath Tagore


Here is where

the flowers sprout in deep purple amethyst

where we stood on the banks

where we laughed against the sound

of a glass river.


Here is where

I found you

glancing between me

and the soft blue sky

unable to decide

which you wanted more.


How strange to hear echoes

When no one is talking.


Strange to see you

Framed in ash lines on the wall.


An old memory

Sick with sun

Curled at the edges.


Almost forgotten.


I want the sky

At night

Twinkling pinholes in velvet

To something bright behind

I want to see

Above the curtain.


I want the sea

At night

To wrap myself in icy velvet

And find out what’s below.


It was here

In the deep green of the woods

With the fading sunlight spilling through branches like fire

That she smiled most.


It was here

That they walked further

Branches tugging insistently

Hands delicately exploring

As the crimson sun dipped away.


It was here

With the warm smells of earth and life

And the solemn call of a night

Full of promise.


It was here

They were free.


She never stopped to wonder

When the words flew like knives

If she was worth more.