Earthly Moments -

…and the tides, that I used to feel in her breathing, on my chest, while she slept, beneath the white willow; waving ore our minds, while flashing lights of consciousness brought hope and wonder, for what seemed a million lifetimes, for an earthly instant, sparkling stardust slowly kept, but there held gravity in her heavy eyes and worry for the moment, dulling out the nebulae. Our stolen moments, pulled away into the dense doldrums of the heavy, human day.

Then, each gasp, each responsive sigh, rowing against the current, splitting, gradually strengthening, repelling. We were kept in two dimensions, different, distant, drifting.

The break, not only in our busy day, but of the shore, as waters crossed its’ sinking sands of time and of age and of these rolling changes to our lives, in that very thirty minute melancholy as the sails set back

…and the wind, so swiftly carried her away.

Now, she is but the meadowlark meandering in and out of stain glass twilight mosaics over somber swaying wheat fields and in whirling maple keys that rain on the monarch of my collective,

…my glass globe memory is in all Earthly seasons, swirling.