Gossamer light spills,
pearl-laced rivers breathe in gold,
beauty—unbridled.

This is not how our story ends
It’s only just begun
On to new horizons
Past the setting sun
We must continue writing chapters
To the story of our days
Unless we become complacent
Stuck in a foggy haze
Once all of the smoke has cleared
You can adjust your eyes to see
That the future is just up ahead
And the past is history

I have seen a lot of places
though I’ve never
seen the snow
I drift beneath the
wisdom of a thousand
year old poem
you are just a stranger
though I know where
you’ve been
I’ve seen it in your sad eyes
I feel it on your skin
there is an echo in
the darkness there’s
a stillness in the air
I heard it in a whisper
that you still care
there is beauty in the
tragedy of this
broken world there’s a
subtle hint of indigo
in the smoke as it curls
there is a space between
you and I there’s a
shadow on the sun
reflecting on the water my
work here is almost done
now I’m left to face a new
day like a coward in the cold
I’ll wait beneath your breath
with the memories that I hold
now the taste of the wine
stays here for a while
as the candle light
burns on through the night
lavender perfume reminds
me of you … of you.
Clay.M