the sky is weighted with reminders
a place where the breeze blows
from the breath of parting spirits
and their tears are crystals
held by kinetic clouds
prisms colour the grey
when the sun catches them, unaware
.
I remember you more, when I look up
my life gets stuck in my throat
in the connect that I feel, beyond view
your whispers are softer somehow
gradually moving farther away
.
I imagine you are the aurora Borealis
daughter of the moon
a fleeting star that shone here for a while
the blue lightening charge
shimmering across the earth
.
today, you are the summer wind
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