like a stone you fell, stars on your lips,
out of the dark, like a bird carrying the sky.
i stretched towards you my soul singing
of meadow grasses and old ruins.
everything you touched became a flame,
joy burnt like a fever beneath your wings.
i ran to you, shadows drawing back
the night like a curtain.
oh, the echoes of a pounding heart, across hills,
across continents, you strided on the wind
until the sea shook out its sheets
and the leaf shivered on the branch.
the night settled its layers of black
into dark forests, rested against the glassy tide
and you were gone, you were gone,
lost to hair more fragrant than mine.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
like a stone you fell, stars on your lips,
out of the dark, like a bird carrying the sky.
i stretched towards you my soul singing
of meadow grasses and old ruins.
everything you touched became a flame,
joy burnt like a fever beneath your wings.
i ran to you, shadows drawing back
the night like a curtain.
oh, the echoes of a pounding heart, across hills,
across continents, you strided on the wind
until the sea shook out its sheets
and the leaf shivered on the branch.
the night settled its layers of black
into dark forests, rested against the glassy tide
and you were gone, you were gone,
lost to hair more fragrant than mine.
