She is pale, her eyes strain
looking back at them,
many moons ago
a simple place, a simple time
together, on fire
Just the mere glimpse of their warm memories, she becomes aware that she can withstand the cold rush of any lonely time that may come her way.
The color returns to her face as she now understands that there is so much strength in the foundations of love, she will pull through

~
scarlet wind sails
upon an ultrasounding wave,
postcards from tiny islands;
nebulous, indefinable, floating,
fresh as a field
of crackerjacks;
nodding happily
from minute one,
celebrating the mountains
and valleys of being alive
in excelsis; irresistible and impish
in its understated insinuations.
~