Pink wisps
thin, like cotton candy,
f
l
o
a
t
softly around my skin.
I s n
p i
under the expansive, lucid
sky.
S i g h.
Air flows in and from
my lungs.
Hung in the depth of the horizon
sits a mountainous,
golden
sun.
I run (run, run and run),
quick to catch a lick
of the warmth
into my mouth so it
f
i
l
l
s
me
to the seams.
Light b e a m s
from my f
i
n
g
e
r
s
Yellow air lingers
on
my tongue.
I t l
w r
i
'til
I am
unstrung.
Lunge! Forward and fast,
Make this
f
a
d
i
n
g
moment l a s t.
Past the horizon,
the
sun
s
i
n
k
s
low to edge of the ground.
I found
my meaning
in the gleaming
l i g h t
that beats so b r i g h t.
I use all of my height to jump and grasp
the last pink wisp
that kiss(es) my lips.
"'Til tomorrow",
I whisper to the now
dark sky.
I'll keep my head held
up
high,
for this this just a temporary
"goodbye".
