December 30, 2015

We walked these trails under a raging sun.
Silence blown clean to the heart.
The ultramarine sky, your hand in mine,
My heart in you.

My hand listened to the wind,
Your delicate hand beat like a thrush.
The sun blasting,
That radiant cerulean blue.

The winds of the sea calm me.

Your smile entered the four sacred chambers,
Boom bah boom thunder whispering,
Your music, your song, the day breaks down.

And the trembling begins.

The fragrance of your tears,
In the night of endless breath.
I waking, now lost, the silence.

We walked these trails,
Open, so desperate to live.