spirit
I must take care
not to peer back
through that gray
slant of time
when the sea told me
as it roared into the rocks
my husband was waiting
in the tales passed down
one to another
to the others
memories live on
in the whisper
of summer winds
Were I to return
in the silence
of his dreams
I would meet him bare
‘neath the saffron
standing shoeless
hand on hip
forever words
spoken, forgotten,
taken for granted
surely you must miss
something about me
I sing the song
facing the night sky
swallowing raindrops
dark and deep
like the sea
