my mind
is not what it used to be
weaving transfigurations
alongside echos of silver linings
reaching for the fading faces
just memories away
you + me
the nothing we became
our missed song
rose petals falling
silently unseen
and so these arms
raise liltingly in devotion
moving with
a sky dancers gesture
for a chance at perceiving
that which arises
from their most fortunate view
prismatic configurations
alongside quiet undertones
ever giving my heart away
still
To find myself
basking in a dripping surrender
to the riddles found in such
beautiful randomness
Is a treasured gift of this
fragile fragrant
human dream
