Like the rolling waves
you washed ashore
like a torrent of droplets on yellow brown leaves
Dragging fragments back into the deep blue
disappeared like dust blown into spring’s breeze
and laid to rest in the deep sea.
White cotton falls from the sky
I chase after them with pale fingers
Like tall grass dancing in the wind.
They rest on my hand like the tears of summer,
And like you,
Disappear with the gentleness of a passing breeze
Of dried red autum leaves
leaving no trace but that on my heart.
for what calls upon us,
for the ones deemed less;
this call to arms,
this call from the heart;
under the starry skies
brothers and sisters alike;
this rekindled fire,
that burns through the dark night.
I dreamt of old leaves and these huge, towering trees. The smell of rotting wood, sap and fertile soil mixed with the cool winds from the west.
A raven soared in the overhead canopy. Its wings were jet black with a sheen of silver. The cool air brushed against my skin, its touch chilly, and I took in the rich greenery of an everlasting haven.
“I’ll show you something.”
A mischievous glimmer shone in your amber orbs. Grinning, you ran from the base of one tree to the top of a moss-covered rock. It jutted out from the earth like the invasion of a wisdom tooth.
And there you were.
You flipped through the air like an elegant elf, twirling and flipping as the air carried you in its embrace. Your brown, short-cropped hair formed gentle, silk-like waves, your angled features serene in movement.
My breath hitched, caught like a hiccup.
There, was beauty in its entirety.
Then you were gone and I was alone, trapped in the emerald paradise.