So many days have
come and gone.
Some splashing
in putrid waters,
and buried by chains
and thunderstorms.
But most, a landscape
of open eyes – time mirrored
in shining blue ice.
And what of now?
I have dreamed you awake,
a twisting cloud seducing me.
Dark yet fluttering,
in the bluest of dresses –
sky draped all over me.
And as the plains
of sadness disappear,
white birds sing above.
Of fair rocks now
sequined with gold,
and ache and pleasure
now as one.