Through its bend.
It hangs on to a promise.
One that hasn’t been fulfilled.
Its colors now dull,


Cascading from behind the clouds.
Bruised yet, fleeting in the blink of an eye.
It searches. Finding reason to smile.
The sun peeks its head out from behind the clouds.
Catching a glimpse of its beauty.


Someday.
Love won’t feel so constrained.
Giving it something to wrap its arms around.
Through its bend.
A brighter day is just around the corner

I inhale as you speak  
And the fresh smell of grass returns
There will be a summer day
When my inner layers burn
And as they mow what’s dead away
I'll gleam as work pays off
For dripping, sparkling copper skin
Is how the light entranced the moth.