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.
The moon dips below
The edge of things
Night falls like a whisper
And we’re
Still
Here.
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.
It’s like standing in a snow storm
Ice stinging my face
The pale cold everything
Swallowing it all.