Under a

Cimmaron sky

afternoon

window seal

you sit.


there is

a breaking

of sighs

in your eyes.


something

remembered

or perhaps

something

lost,


that just lies

or flees

outside your

grasp.


runaway dreams

that now

scatter like

broken birds

of flight

across your eyes.


and what

is to become

of this

moment,


and the gentle

tilt of

your head

and the

bending grace

of your smile.


I am certain

love will

bring you

home again,


to familiar

places and

dancing sunlight

as it streaks

through your

gypsy hair.


and I

will applaud

you after

this day is

done,


nothing ventured

nothing gained.


but this

moment lost.


Sometimes it is

almost unbearable.

to sit with

this empty

view.


something remembered

something lost

from you.