Before showers of a shipwreck aged the cobwebs within the expansion of time to become a new day, I felt the breeze of you. Your laughter kept me awake and wrapped my sleep, in hours. There, I walked in places, where all your gardens grew.
I whirled in the comprehension of your candle’s light encased in a thousand thoughts of last year’s stars, their immortality. Yes, I’m still here upon this throne held captive by your smile. The very image keeps darkness frozen, far away from me.
The fragrance of your mind is the mirror my soul admires in a silence that winds the threads that trace your lips. Here is the place where I hear music that says, “I love you”, inside of memories. My words fill up this page and your heart tastes each sip.
Copyright @2019 - Neva Flores Smith Changefulstorm Poetry 04/15/j19