Incandescent,
the afterglow of sunlight
shimmers in your dusky eyes
Luminous and soft
I could count
the sparks of twilight
the fireflies in our hindsight
Illusory, now
The solemn hold of winter
humbles our confidence
The unseen feels more
impossible to me
Still
I see.
Out our window, I catch a glimpse of a crescent moon
dangling precariously.
He’s hazy tonight
as if he’s holding onto a memory
but fares too tired to write it, now
or whisper his words to me.
Illustrious and placid
you’re dreaming like we
are back in each other’s arms
under starlight fancyfree.
15 responses to “A Memory of Spring”
-
Beautiful 🤍
LikeLike
-
-
I loved when trade clouds from across the sea would hover over me, their billowy cargo glinting in the moonlight.
High as they were, they felt close enough to touch. Intimate.
The place they conjured inside me still opens up sometimes…
like when you talk with me.
Thank you, sis.-
Always, my bro! Always ☺️
Awwww you used the word, billowy awwww. I love my Billow. Just thinking of Billow makes me so happy. She’s been nursing me and Matt to health, again. Beautiful comment. You’re incredible. Thank you ❤️💜LikeLike
-
-
-
-
-
I’m good. Just praying hard for a kiddo I’m working with. He’s struggling but he’s trying. It’s been trying on the whole team and himself. Prayers please 💜❤️ he’s such a good kid and deserves peace. I’m glad you’re good. I’ll be visiting shortly 🌞😁😊
LikeLike
Latest Articles




Leave a reply to WanderingCanadians Cancel reply