~ Letters to You ~
Behold
black ashes burnt white
flitting like glitter in still air;
we part like dandelion seeds
at the edge of a fading day.
Perhaps they will see us
once they come hurrying, but slowly
to watch the risen sun set anew.
(And they will crave our softly flight.)
Wooden hearts tilt toward the light
shedding red and orange tears
that are swept away by cold winds.
(And did you know I am with them?)
I think I have found a bed
where the sun rises at my head
tossing warm looks every now
and then; how about you?
Turn dusk, turn day
for long have we been away
I wish to see you after we bloom.
(But will you know me then?)
[Nov 7th-2014]
