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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, December 29, 2014

Clouds

In the days when I was your sun
In the time of shared imaginings
We watched white manatees
swim across a sea blue sky

In the days of endless summer
In the time of possibilities
We lay belly down
on the sun bleached pier
and watched bull frogs part the duckweed
singing their anthems of revolution

Your heart
was a crystal
transforming smiles into rainbows
and rainbows into reality

Your laughter
was both wind and windchime
My cause and
my effect
I breathed it like air
Aware of it only by its absence

When you are gone
Time ticks away
minutes, hours, days
Rainbows fade to gray
And the clouds
are just clouds.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Artistic Interpretations w/Margaret, Simply Beautiful

7 comments:

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

enjoyed this romantic piece

Margaret said...

…no more "magic". Love the ending lines…

Wolfsrosebud said...

thanking God for the sweet memories... lovely opening lines

Mama Zen said...

Oh, this is gorgeous!

hedgewitch said...

This is beautiful writing, LM, and the white manatees in particular struck me, but the whole thing just rings like the windchimes you evoke. Happiest of 2015's your way.

Trish said...

Beautiful.

Trish said...

Beautiful.