Cherry orchards are beautiful this time of year
memories of you , I
surrounded in the comforts of spring
warm and pastel light
a beginning
we lay within those purple flowers
I never knew the names of
pink blossoms slipping from the sky
like the snow thought left behind
secrets
how they burn within
yours ravaging the soul
your hidden heart torn
the words you couldn't say
and your bed of novels
how your dreams floated on others words
and you wished , and wished , and wished
that somehow , I was the one
I lay on the rock by that tiny lake
my eyes closed
and you tickled my ear
"wake up you beautiful man"
in your delicate hand , a blue feather
you wearing a sunny halo
the gulls circled and called in the sky
you curved your body over mine
I lay awake at night
eyes staring back into the black
trying not to remember
and it's raining
I think of you crying
tears you were never afraid of
buried in loneliness
and I swing at the night
reality crushing
with no goodbye
your final gesture
and now ,
I walk along this shore
under the struggling sun
and I hear a cry
on the wings of a gull
remembering your face to the sea
and little purple flowers
here , alone
copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral