sweetly

kept apart
another moon
and thirteen setting suns
bladeless shades
where winter
hides
her soul

perfume
of remember me
how it is
you can’t
recall a time of one
was all we were

spring
at last
is waking here
sometimes the morning
sings
with fairytales
ten thousand paper songs
held aloft by destinies
meant for us
one day

snow was not
the first
of tears we gave

. . .