You do not speak.
Complete already,
a rich edge to your distance precludes words.
Quick thunder is your falling because I need you
to fall;
my smooth sober vesper you remain.
that sky lit by an ember allows you to recall you have not lost the knack of smouldering or incandescence and the promise of being consumed wholly
still glows on the horizon
going where you never knew you'd wind silver tracks around the fingers of the fates to bind them
at last
at last
the clouds you bring with you are always multihued
brightness never far behind
finding you where the light hides
your silhouette brushed in feather-soft red
the light will return for us
hope cascades from the endless blue
and from reflections you can tell reality, from shadows the immensity of light
taking in the path leading me to you
all the falling all the scrambling until this juncture
settles restlessly -
flow runs through
everything
how have you learned to keep falling free?
ask me if anyone's meant to me what you do, and I'll tell you the truth. No. No one but you
you called my name and the sun melted
then suddenly you are liquid gold. The wishing pours from your skin
how wild you were, how unexpected