Lightning will pierce gray sky,
And thunder
Vibrate through precipitation.
But the whisper
brush of wind throughout
is both birth and abeyance
To cloudburst.
The storm that breaks
To reveal nights constellations.

Embers and ashes
Is what’s become of
The spark that aroused
The constellations between us.
What do you suggest
We do to reignite the universe
That we created at the meeting
Of our lips, the contact of our eyes
The sensations that traveled, lightning,
Over our skin?
Can we regain what was lost
When we feel so distant?
We touched ever so briefly like tangents
And despite the growing separation,
Still yearn for another again.
Is there a way to savor the moment
And hold it, bottled like wine
For some future time when the future
is not enough?
I yearn for more of your fingertips
Tracing over my depths, but I can’t
Deny the way we fade into the quiet...
Embers burning to ashes and dust
Is what’s left of us,

Why should they care
To be up in arms
When I'm in yours?

Shouldn't we wrap us
In dreams, music
and pastel horizons?

And if must let them
Be ignorant of who
We be together.