I had almost forgotten
The unhappiness of my memory.
The wind caught word
Of your scent
And lifted me onward
To a future in which
I could still hold your hand.
I kissed your lips once more
In the tears of a dream.
I felt departure
As a meaningless journey
On the basin of its river.
I have taken so literally
The strong arms of time
As they've held us apart,
Giving way
Only to memory and ashes.
Loneliness cradles me as a mother
And I,
As a child,
Sleep.
Dreaming of saving grace.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
I had almost forgotten
The unhappiness of my memory.
The wind caught word
Of your scent
And lifted me onward
To a future in which
I could still hold your hand.
I kissed your lips once more
In the tears of a dream.
I felt departure
As a meaningless journey
On the basin of its river.
I have taken so literally
The strong arms of time
As they've held us apart,
Giving way
Only to memory and ashes.
Loneliness cradles me as a mother
And I,
As a child,
Sleep.
Dreaming of saving grace.
