posted September 10, 2019 02:49 PM            

All these fragments
written like chapters
parchments of knowing,
of feeling,
are all I have of you.

Less than a fortnight
to explore all those blessings,
the coat of your spirit
the keenness of your fangs.

I want to say, that it is not enough -
does that leave me greedy?
To lace my fingers in raven hair,
let my body whisper how I feel?

Such a short time
to tumult through this clement,
the one we beheld in a warm haze
as pihesiw rained from heaven.

Knowing you breathes courage
into lungs stagnant with memories -
all the anguish felt over the years
and those fears unspoken...

Soon time will stand, fallen together -
like thousand of leaves.
We will pile them high in our cradle,
and we will fall into them -
and laugh.

Throwing our sorrows,
like happy mad children,
finally holding the hands,
of all our tiny selves.

And laugh again, in the light -
rather than curse the darkness.

With a candle in our hearts,
just as you told me,
in the words,
the fragments,
of pages -
where I have found you.