Just yesterday, it seems.
Everything was still
being delivered.
Day after day,
whispers of our desires.
Then the rain came.
Such stuff and nonsense.
I could no longer see the lotus.
But, set outside the clouds.
And in sync with your love.
The first new day.
Peeking in from a distance.
Another place, another time.
Now I know that each moment,
belongs to the wind.