The sky was living this night.
There was an electricity to it, the cobalt illuminated.
And I can see the stars awakening.
Each one winking in and out and alive.
Watching, as Lady Sunset retires to her bed chamber
and takes her persimmon bustle with her.
My skin quivers, trying to chase away the chill.
I have also taken cover now, my mind brewing.
And again, in this dark, I am rolling around the thought of you.
Maybe it’s because days have passed
since the symphony of your voice
flowed into my dreams.
Maybe because this bed stands frozen.
Maybe because it is so damn big
without your shoulders spanning the width.
I envision the form of a candle,
perched cliff-side.
It’s light extends, spinning slow circles.
My navigator to you.
And I followed it as much as allowed.
Almost close enough to be locked
into your forevers.
But you sailed away too soon, my dear.
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