She gathered them like the dead
autumn leaves of Fall
old habits and beliefs
crumbling into dust
through her fingertips
never once grasping to save one
or any at all
now only remnants remain
her soul reclaimed
she leaves all suffering behind
as the most desolate parts of winter
begin to fade away
uncovering her beauty
and the love she was meant to find
unearthed like the roots of Spring
she is Violet amidst the blossoms
reaching out to the Summer’s sun
it kisses her radiance
and welcomes her home

How I feel, it's a sin, longing to be
something I've lost again. I can't find your
eyes in the crowd, yet the burn of your hands
still lingers on mine as our fingers reach out
across a breath of wind, desperate, calling
through the abyss, calling to be heard.
Blundering and old, I have begun to
long for you in that ancient, harmonious
way, mouth wide open, feet swinging
high above the ground. In between wisps of
dreams, I feel your hands in my hair telling
me all the secrets of the world, dark eyes
shining through the confusion. You
unravel me and leave me glowing on
the horizon, my body turned to ice
under invisible hands. Your trickling
words weigh me down, stick to my skin like tar
and feathers, itching. In silence, I can
taste the ghost of you on my tongue, honeycomb
bursting between my fingers. You crumble
before me, sugar on my limbs, but I
can't get the bitter taste out of my mouth.
I feel you echoing over my skin
and, for a moment, the warm of your breath
blazes on my lips. And then we fade,
dissipate, cold hands grasping at the sheets,
whimpers bouncing over the grey waves.

My legs dangle from the cliffside, soft against the creeping
border weeds and moss that tangle themselves in disruption
against black, wet rock. Caked in mud, I watch a bright
sky shift and dance in colour, a slow dance with gleaming
eyes and panicked hearts, drawing nearer as the horizon
fades to black. The mountains behind are devoured
by the haze of lilac haar bouncing over the waves
and, as the world disappears, I know all of the things
that make children laugh in the night, feel that stumbling
feeling of breathlessness, hands on your waist catching you
off guard. I hear that quiet melody rolling over the hills,
inching closer to our silence, with words burning
in our throats like bad music. I sway as the water does,
giggling on the stones, and when you reflect me in the dark
I wonder how it is those eyes can teach me all the sea
does to the devout. My hands still shimmer from where
you touched them last, the side you stood on beaming
all the way home. I hold you in my fingers, billowing
and whirling, and we're dancing a dance of our own.

let the vast seas be
    where our heavy hearts could
    wonder
because the distance between us
    are never empty spaces;
think of it as wider plains to grow,
    a place for stronger souls

not mind the waves that crash onto us
    for we will be looking at the same
    sky
nor the clocks that tick at different
    times
    for we will be meeting half way
    through